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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I know the dangers and the seductions of the Middle East. It is part of my identity. I grew up among a people who routinely referred to the creation of the State of Israel as the Nakba - the catastrophe. And yet I fell in love with and married a Jewish American woman, the only daughter of two Holocaust survivors, both Jewish Austrians.
Kai Bird
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
Mental strength is something you either have or you haven't.
Katie Taylor
A lot of writers that I know have told me that the first book you write, you write about your childhood, whether you want to or not. It calls you back.
Tea Obreht
When I was a kid, I had to try a lot of pyrotechnics just so people would know who I was.
Johnny Mathis
Every day people say you got to move on with your life. You have to move on. And you just can't.
Jayson Williams
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
