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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

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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
I didn’t choose anonymity.Instead, I chose absence.
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Absence Anonymous Choose Instead
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
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
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
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
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
Women, in all fields – whether mothers or not – still encounter an extraordinary number of obstacles. They have to hold too many things together and often sacrifice their aspirations in the name of affections.
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Encounter Extraordinary Filed Mother Number Obstacle Women

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