Elena Ferrante

Italy

Writer

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Everything is interesting if you know how to work on it.

The Story of a New Name
No, to produce ideas you don't have to be a saint. And anyway there are very few true intellectuals. The mass of the educated spend their lives commenting lazily on the ideas of others. They engage their best energies in sadistic practices against every possible rival.

The Story of the Lost Child
When the task we give ourselves has the urgency of passion, there's nothing that can keep us from completing it.

Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay
Unlike stories, real life, when it has passed, inclines toward obscurity, not clarity.

The Story of the Lost Child
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.

Fragments
To write, you have to want something to survive you.

The Story of the Lost Child
I thought of beauty as of a constant effort to eliminate corporeality. I wanted him to love my body forgetful of what one knows of bodies. Beauty, I thought anxiously, is this forgetfulness.

The Days of Abandonment
How quickly people changed, with their interests, their feelings. Well-made phrases replaced by well-made phrases, time is a flow of words coherent only in appearance, the one who piles up the most is the one who wins.

The Story of a New Name
I said to myself that maturity consisted in accepting the turn that existence had taken without getting too upset, following a path between daily practices and theoretical achievements, learning to see oneself, know oneself, in expectation of great changes.

Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay
You see? In the fairy tales one does as one wants, and in reality one does what one can.

Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
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On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
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