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On Napoli, Elena Ferrante is more ferocious than Roberto Savino.
— Angela Paolantonio
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.
— Elena Ferrante
Her quickness of mind was like a hiss, a dart, a lethal bite. And there was nothing in her appearance that acted as a corrective.
— Elena Ferrante
Things without meaning are the most beautiful ones.
— Elena Ferrante
Because what is the face, what finally, is the skin over the flesh, a cover, a disguise, rouge for the insupportable horror of our living nature.
— Elena Ferrante
We climbed slowly toward the greatest of our terrors of that time, we went to expose ourselves to fear and interrogate it.
— Elena Ferrante
That people, even more than things, lost their boundaries and overflowed into shapelesness is what most frightened her.
— Elena Ferrante
Today I feel some uneasiness in recalling how much I suffered, I have no sympathy for myself of that time.
— Elena Ferrante
We are flying over a ball of fire.
— Elena Ferrante
The fictional treatment of biographical material - a treatment that for me is essential - is full of traps.
— Elena Ferrante
Words: with them you can do and undo as you please.
— Elena Ferrante
I know I'm mean to tell you these things, but he is much worse than I am. He has the worst kind of meanness, that of superficiality.
— Elena Ferrante
We gazed at the constellations, praising the portentous architecture of the sky with trite formulas.
— Elena Ferrante
We have too much stuff inside and it swells us, breaks us.
— Elena Ferrante
The daily standard of unlivability isn't news. So when the exceptional passes, everything is silent and everything continues to rot.
— Elena Ferrante
Yes, yes, resign yourself to what you are, each on his own path.
— Elena Ferrante
Maybe we really are made of the same clay, maybe we really are condemned, blameless, to the same, identical mediocrity.
— Elena Ferrante
I'm lying, yes, but why do you force me to give a linear explanation; linear explanations are almost always lies.
— Elena Ferrante
Marriage by now seemed to me an institution that, contrary to what one might think, stripped coitus of all humanity.
— Elena Ferrante
Then Pasquale himself began to be silent, defeated by Lila's capacity to link one thing to another in a chain that tightened around you on all sides.
— Elena Ferrante
I wrote my book to free myself from it, not to be its prisoner.
— Elena Ferrante
Climbing the economic ladder has been very hard for me; I still feel a great deal of guilt towards those I left behind.
— Elena Ferrante
Move on another plane in the name of one's own difference.
— Elena Ferrante
..what a terrible thing a dissatisfied mind is.
— Elena Ferrante
That year it seemed to me that I expanded like pizza dough.
— Elena Ferrante
As long as one writes only for oneself, writing is a free act by means of which, to use an oxymoron, one secretly opens oneself.
— Elena Ferrante
I, too, would find out that old age is a brute, ferocious beast.
— Elena Ferrante
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
She deserved him because she thought that to love him meant to try to have him, not to hope that he would want her.
— Elena Ferrante
You're really doing well, it's the satisfaction you get from school, it's love," Lila said to me, and I felt that she was a little sad.
— Elena Ferrante
In my spare time I didn't go out, I sat and read novels I got from the library: Grazia Deledda, Pirandello, Chekhov, Gogol, Tolstoy, Dostoyevsky.
— Elena Ferrante
Both Pasquale and Rino turned out to be surprisingly good dancers, and we learned from them the tango, the waltz, the polka, and the mazurka.
— Elena Ferrante
To write, you have to want something to survive you.
— Elena Ferrante
Places of the imagination are visited in books. Seen in reality they may be hard to recognize; they are disappointing, they might even seem fake.
— Elena Ferrante
You wanted to write novels, I created a novel with real people, with real blood, in reality.
— Elena Ferrante
...a woman without love for her origins is lost.
— Elena Ferrante
Amalia had the unpredictability of a splinter, I couldn't impose on her the prison of a single adjective.
— Elena Ferrante
They were just like the relations from whom I had fled as a girl. I couldn't bear them and yet they held me tight, I had them all inside me.
— Elena Ferrante
In the wealthier countries a mediocrity that hides the horrors of the rest of the world has prevailed.
— Elena Ferrante
A child, yes, is a vortex of anxieties.
— Elena Ferrante
uncultured youths who make random pronouncements on everything
— Elena Ferrante
I think our sexuality is all yet to be recounted and that the rich male literary tradition constitutes a huge obstacle.
— Elena Ferrante
Every intense relationship between human beings is full of traps, and if you want it to endure you have to learn to avoid them.
— Elena Ferrante
Apart from the machine, everything was shit. At
— Elena Ferrante
Maybe I should tell her that things without meaning are the most beautiful ones. It's a good sentence, she'll like it.
— Elena Ferrante
It's the people who love us or hate us - or both - who hold together the thousands of fragments we are made of.
— Elena Ferrante
In what disorder we lived, how many fragments of ourselves were scattered, as if to live were to explode into splinters.
— Elena Ferrante
A book should push the reader to confront himself and the world
— Elena Ferrante
The conclusion we drew from this convinced us that it was best to do everything on purpose, deliberately, so that you would know what to expect.
— Elena Ferrante
Lila shook her head skeptically. She was trying to understand, we were both trying to understand, and understanding was something that we loved to do.
— Elena Ferrante
Women without love lose the light in their eyes, women without love die while they are still alive.
— Elena Ferrante
When the task we give ourselves has the urgency of passion, there's nothing that can keep us from completing it.
— Elena Ferrante
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Although she was fragile in appearance, every prohibition lost substance in her presence.
— Elena Ferrante
Anonymity lets me concentrate exclusively on writing.
— Elena Ferrante
I doubt that work ennobles man and I am absolutely certain that it does not ennoble woman.
— Elena Ferrante
the park had climbed up to
— Elena Ferrante
I soon discovered that I was getting used to being happy and unhappy at the same time, as if that were the new, inevitable law of my life.
— Elena Ferrante
The solitude of women's minds is regrettable, I said to myself, it's a waste to be separated from each other without procedures, without tradition.
— Elena Ferrante
Everything is interesting if you know how to work on it.
— Elena Ferrante
She took the facts and in a natural way charged them with tension; she intensified reality as she reduced it to words, she injected it with energy.
— Elena Ferrante
Unlike stories, real life, when it has passed, inclines toward obscurity, not clarity.
— Elena Ferrante
So afterward, when you no longer love him, it bothers you just to think that you once wanted him.
— Elena Ferrante
Languages for me have a secret venom that every so often foams up and for which there is no antidote.
— Elena Ferrante
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.
— Elena Ferrante
The disgusting face of things alone was not enough for writing a novel: without imagination it would seem not a true face but a mask.
— Elena Ferrante
you have to get your hands dirty if you want to change things.
— Elena Ferrante
How heavy a body that has been traversed by death is, life is light, there's no need to let anyone make it heavy for us
— Elena Ferrante
You see? In the fairy tales one does as one wants, and in reality one does what one can.
— Elena Ferrante
Sarratore's son is really unbearable.
— Elena Ferrante
There are moments when we resort to senseless formulations and advance absurd claims to hide straightforward feelings.
— Elena Ferrante
I'll give you treasure chests full of gold pieces, I know the value of spending time with you." I
— Elena Ferrante
I was stunned. Fernando looked out, still screaming horrible threats at his daughter. He had thrown her like a thing.
— Elena Ferrante
I've known how to whistle since I was five years old.
— Elena Ferrante
She was like the full moon when it crouches behind the forest and the branches scribble on its face.
— Elena Ferrante
Maybe there's no second time without a third, but there is a first time without a second.
— Elena Ferrante
Maybe, in the face of abandonment, we are all the same; maybe not even a very orderly mind can endure the discovery of not being loved.
— Elena Ferrante
How difficult it was to find one's way, how difficult it was not to violate any of the incredibly detailed male regulations.
— Elena Ferrante
One writes to inflict pain on those who wish to inflict pain.
— Elena Ferrante
Maturity consisted in accepting the turn that existence had taken without getting too upset,
— Elena Ferrante
I knew - perhaps I hoped - that no form could ever contain Lila, and that sooner or later she would break everything again.
— Elena Ferrante
And my ego gladly avoids leaning out the window.
— Elena Ferrante
You can't leave me here to hope, when in reality you've already decided everything.
— Elena Ferrante
She went like that saint who, although she still has her head on her shoulders, is carrying it in her hands, as if it had already been cut off.
— Elena Ferrante
I don't want to accept an idea of life where the success of the self is measured by the success of the written page.
— Elena Ferrante
Childhood is a tissue of lies that endure in the past tense
— Elena Ferrante