Elena Ferrante Quotes
I felt squeezed in that vise along with the mass of everyday things and people, and I had a bad taste in my mouth, a permanent sense of nausea that exhausted me, as if everything, thus compacted, and always tighter, were grinding me up, reducing me to a repulsive cream.
Elena Ferrante
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All governments are run by liars and nothing they say should be believed.
I. F. Stone
Sometimes I get to see a movie that's adapted from a book that I haven't heard about or that I love the movie so much that I will, of course, read the book.
Tatiana de Rosnay
The artist makes art not to save mankind but to save himself. Every benevolent comment by an artist is a fog to cover his tracks, the bloody trail of his assault against reality and others.
Camille Paglia
It was as easy to be alone with six kin as it is to be alone by yourself, and maybe easier.
Tanith Lee
The upside is that the army was refusing to prohibit, you know, big hairy men from going into the ladies' locker room. And I thought, 'Well, you know, maybe finally this will cut down on girls in the marines.'
Ann Coulter
Make sure you have a clear understanding of your values and intent, then use technology to enable that. What the tech won't do is compensate for a lack of strategy.
Dylan Taylor
Be happy with who you are, where you are, for this is the way.
Joe Sacco
One thing I really want to do is - I spent ten years in New York doing theater before I moved to L.A. to do TV and film. I'd really like to go to back New York and do some theater.
Rainn Wilson
Whenever I did anything wrong, stupid or hard-hearted, and I have done many things that were all three, my mother always said "it is because you were too much indulged."
John Ruskin
I hope to be acting until I am 90.
Clive Standen
I felt squeezed in that vise along with the mass of everyday things and people, and I had a bad taste in my mouth, a permanent sense of nausea that exhausted me, as if everything, thus compacted, and always tighter, were grinding me up, reducing me to a repulsive cream.
Elena Ferrante