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The circle of an empty day is brutal and at night it tightens around your neck like a noose

Elena Ferrante

We lie in order to tolerate our existence and, most of all, we lie to ourselves.
ELENA FERRANTE

Existence Lie Most Order Ourselves Tolerate
I have always paid careful attention to social and economic conflicts, to the dialectic – if we can call it that – between high and low. Maybe it’s because I was not born or brought up in affluence.
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Always Attention Careful Conflict Economic Paid Social
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
It’s the people who love us or hate us – or both – who hold together the thousands of fragments we are made of.
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Both Fragment Hate Love People Thousand Together Us
I don’t have any special passion for politics, it being a never-ending merry-go-round of bosses big and small, all generally mediocre. I actually find it boring.
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Being Big Boss Ending never Passion Politics Small Special
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 think our sexuality is all yet to be recounted and that the rich male literary tradition constitutes a huge obstacle.
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Constitute Huge Male Obstacle Recount Rich Sexually Think Tradition
I didn’t choose anonymity.Instead, I chose absence.
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Absence Anonymous Choose Instead
Anonymity lets me concentrate exclusively on writing.
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Anonymity Concentrate Exclusive Let Writing
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
Writers, because they write, are condemned never to be readers of their own stories…The memory of first putting a story into words will always prevent writers from reading their work as an ordinary reader would.
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Condemned Own Reader Story Write Writer
At most, I may write when I am disturbed by something. I have recently discovered the pleasure of finding written answers to written questions.
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Answer Discover Disturb Find Most Nay Pleasure Question Recently Something Write Written
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
Climbing the economic ladder has been very hard for me; I still feel a great deal of guilt towards those I left behind.
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Been Behind Deal Economics Feel Great Guilt Hard Laddr Left Towards Tumbling
I no longer protect myself from the world I grew up in. Rather, today I try to protect the feelings I have for that world, the emotional space where my desire to write first took hold, and still grows.
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Desire Emotional Feeling Grew Longer Myself Protect Rather Space Today Up World
I believe that books, once they are written, have no need of their authors.
ELENA FERRANTE

Author Believe Book Need No Once Written

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