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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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
I've always thought 'Southern Accents' would make an amazing country song. It's always spoken to me. I've always loved it. Every time I hear that song, it reminds me of my dad.
Charles Kelley
Lady Antebellum
I don't give interviews on Chanel because it is not useful for the Chanel business.
Alain Wertheimer
Man's natural character is to imitate; that of the sensitive man is to resemble as closely as possible the person whom he loves. It is only by imitating the vices of others that I have earned my misfortunes.
Marquis de Sade
My face is almost like a canvas - a blank canvas in the sense that the hair on my face is very, very fine and my skin is incredibly fair and my hair is quite dark, and that's very unusual.
Andrea Riseborough
The act of writing is a kind of catharsis, a liberation, but I never really concerned myself with that. I write because it interests me.
Nathalie Sarraute
Decisions exist only in the present.
Peter Drucker
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
