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Certainly something had happened to me during the night. Or after months of tension I had arrived at the edge of some precipice and now I was falling, as in a dream slowly, even as I continued to hold the thermometer in my hand, een as I stood with the soles of my slippers on the floor.

Elena Ferrante

A calendar, you have to calculate how much time has passed between you and the facts, the emotions to be narrated.
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Between Calculate Calendar Emotion Fact Narrate Pass
He was going through one of those moments that you read about in books, when a character reacts in an unexpectedly extreme way to the normal discontents of living.
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Book Character Discontent Extreme Going Living Moment Normal One React Read Through Unexpected Way
Writing for me is a dragnet that carries everything away with it: expressions and figures of speech, postures, feelings, thoughts, troubles. In short, the lives of others.
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Away Carries Dragnet Everything Expression Feeling Figure Posture Speech Through Trouble Write
The fictional treatment of biographical material – a treatment that for me is essential – is full of traps.
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Biological Fiction Material Treatment
Even as I felt myself solidly contained by the expectant looks of my children. It was the fault of the torture that my husband had inflicted. But enough, I had to tear the pain from memory, I had to sandpaper away the scratches that were damaging my brain.
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Brain Children Contain Damage Fault Husband Memory Scrachees
As a girl – twelve, thirteen years old – I was absolutely certain that a good book had to have a man as its hero, and that depressed me.
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Absolutely Believe Book Certain Depressed Girl Good Hero Man Old Thirteen Year
Certainly something had happened to me during the night. Or after months of tension I had arrived at the edge of some precipice and now I was falling, as in a dream slowly, even as I continued to hold the thermometer in my hand, een as I stood with the soles of my slippers on the floor.
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Certainly During Happens Night Something
Those who write need that “willing suspension of disbelief “, as Coleridge called it.
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Call Country Disbelief Need Person Suspension Willing Write
I had to discover very quickly that class origins cannot be erased, regardless of whether we climb up or down the sociocultural ladder.
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Class Climb Down Erase Had Ladder Origin Regardless Sicoverm Quickly Sociocultural
The rules say that to tell a story you need first of all a measuring stick.
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First Measure Need Rule Say Stick Story Tell
I believe that books, once they are written, have no need of their authors.
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Author Believe Book Need No Once Written
Competition between women is good only if it does not prevail; that is to say if it coexists with affinity, affection, with a real sense of being mutually indispensable, with sudden peaks of solidarity in spite of envy, jealousy and the whole inevitable cohort of bad feelings.
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Affection Affinity Between Coexist Competition Does Say Good Indispemdible Mutually Only Ral Sense Sudden Women
I didn’t choose anonymity.Instead, I chose absence.
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Absence Anonymous Choose Instead
In order not to cut out a large part of one’s private life, the creative work should not swallow up every other form of self-expression. But that is the most complicated thing.
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Cut Large Life Once Order Part Private
The circle of an empty day is brutal and at night it tightens around your neck like a noose
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Around Brutal Circle Empty Neck Night Noose Tighten
I am the queen of spades, I am the wasp that stings, I am the dark serpent. I am the invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned.
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Queen Spade Sting Wsp

Certainly something had happened to me during the night. Or after months of tension I had arrived at the edge of some precipice and now I was falling, as in a dream slowly, even as I continued to hold the thermometer in my hand, een as I stood with the soles of my slippers on the floor.

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Certainly something had happened to me during the night. Or after months of tension I had arrived at the edge of some precipice and now I was falling, as in a dream slowly, even as I continued to hold the thermometer in my hand, een as I stood with the soles of my slippers on the floor.

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