Climbing the economic ladder has been very hard for me; I still feel a great deal of guilt towards those I left behind.
ELENA FERRANTEThe circle of an empty day is brutal and at night it tightens around your neck like a noose
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The circle of an empty day is brutal and at night it tightens around your neck like a noose
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The essential, however, was to know how to play, and she and I, only she and I, knew how to do it.
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My work stops at publication. If the books don’t contain in themselves their reasons for being – questions and answers – it means I was wrong to have them published.
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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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Is it possible that even happy moments of pleasure never stand up to a rigorous examination? Possible.
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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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I believe that books, once they are written, have no need of their authors.
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Those who write need that “willing suspension of disbelief “, as Coleridge called it.
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I didn’t choose anonymity.Instead, I chose absence.
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The rules say that to tell a story you need first of all a measuring stick.
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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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We lie in order to tolerate our existence and, most of all, we lie to ourselves.
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Anonymity lets me concentrate exclusively on writing.
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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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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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