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There was something unbearable in the things, in the people, in the buildings, in the streets that, only if you reinvented it all, as in a game, became acceptable.

Elena Ferrante

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.
ELENA FERRANTE

Desire Emotional Feeling Grew Longer Myself Protect Rather Space Today Up World
Existence is this, I thought, a start of joy, a stab of pain, an intense pleasure, veins that pulse under the skin, there is no other truth to tell.
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Existence Intense Joy Pain Pleasure Pulse Skin Stab Start Truth Under
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
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
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
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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Do Essential Knowm Play She
We lie in order to tolerate our existence and, most of all, we lie to ourselves.
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Existence Lie Most Order Ourselves Tolerate
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.
ELENA FERRANTE

Affection Affinity Between Coexist Competition Does Say Good Indispemdible Mutually Only Ral Sense Sudden Women
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
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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Answer Being Book Contain Publication Question Reason Stop Themselves Work
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
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
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
Those who write need that “willing suspension of disbelief “, as Coleridge called it.
ELENA FERRANTE

Call Country Disbelief Need Person Suspension Willing Write
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.
ELENA FERRANTE

Absolutely Believe Book Certain Depressed Girl Good Hero Man Old Thirteen Year
There was something unbearable in the things, in the people, in the buildings, in the streets that, only if you reinvented it all, as in a game, became acceptable.
ELENA FERRANTE

Acceptable Build Game Only People Reinvented Something Street Think Unbearable

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