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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

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
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 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
Anonymity lets me concentrate exclusively on writing.
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Anonymity Concentrate Exclusive Let Writing
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 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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

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.

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