Elena Ferrante Quotes
In what disorder we lived, how many fragments of ourselves were scattered, as if to live were to explode into splinters.
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You don't implement change easily in Japan unless you explain very clearly why you need to do this change, how you're going to do this change and what's going to be the outcome of this change. If you offset or you forget to explain one of these three steps you're not going to do it.
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Sometimes I wish I was more comfortable just saying what I thought and getting my point across.
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I have with me all that I do not knowI have lost none of it.
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That rule is the better which is exercised over better subjects.
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I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words.
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I can never be important to any one.' 'What is to prevent you?' 'Every thing — my situation — my foolishness and awkwardness.
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When computers (people) are networked, their power multiplies geometrically. Not only can people share all that information inside their machines, but they can reach out and instantly tap the power of other machines (people), essentially making the entire network their computer.
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I've always seen My Chemical Romance as the band that would have represented who me and my friends were in high school, and the band that we didn't have to represent us - the kids that wore black - back then.
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There are people all over the world who like to write fan letters in the voice of their pet: 'Hello, my name is Fifi and I'm a labrador and I think you're great. Paw paw!'
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Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten.
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Composing a piece of music is very feminine. It is sensitive, emotional, contemplative. By comparison, doing housework is positively masculine.
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I loved underground comics and psychedelic art. I did like some supernatural horror, but mainly fantasy. I was into escapism.
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Interestingly, in Cuba abortion is treated as lightly as getting a mole removed.
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Success is not in never failing, but rising everytime you fall!
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The world stood pinned on two thorns. One was ugliness. One was beauty. The truth did not lie in the middle or at either extreme. The truth encompassed both.
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Spaces may or may not invite the image - if they do, they mostly do it with their spatial layers of time... It is then the image that takes the place of the space; the image in its own right.
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Poetry begins in trivial metaphors, pretty metaphors, "grace" metaphors, and goes on to the profoundest thinking that we have. Poetry provides the one permissible way of saying one thing and meaning another. People say, "Why don’t you say what you mean?" We never do that, do we, being all of us too much poets. We like to talk in parables and in hints and in indirections — whether from diffidence or some other instinct.
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Coming from the William Morris mailroom as I have, this book is the truth of what I experienced, and it reminded me of all the fun and craziness and fake drama that trained me for this profession. It's hilarious, a bit crazy, and it should make anyone wonder why people put their careers in the hands of these idiotsand remember I'm one of them. If you have a child, make sure he or she reads this before starting at the bottom- anywhere.
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The first condition of immortality is death.
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I'm not a big dreamer. I never have been. I remember fragments of my dream, and I try to take a traditional sort of approach to researching this project and doing preparation for it.
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As the biggest library if it is in disorder is not as useful as a small but well-arranged one, so you may accumulate a vast amount of knowledge but it will be of far less value to you than a much smaller amount if you have not thought it over for yourself; because only through ordering what you know by comparing every truth with every other truth can you take complete possession of your knowledge and get it into your power. You can think about only what you know, so you ought to learn something; on the other hand, you can know only what you have thought about.
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In what disorder we lived, how many fragments of ourselves were scattered, as if to live were to explode into splinters.
