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

Elena Ferrante

I am the queen of spades, I am the wasp that stings, I am the dark serpent. I am the invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned.
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Queen Spade Sting Wsp
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
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
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
Is it possible that even happy moments of pleasure never stand up to a rigorous examination? Possible.
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Even Examination Happy Moment Pleautre Possible Rigorous Stand
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
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 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
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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Acceptable Build Game Only People Reinvented Something Street Think Unbearable
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
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
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
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
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
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
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

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