Eva Sheahan

“Not for you,” Lila replies ardently, “you’re my brilliant friend, you have to be the best of all, boys and girls.”
― Elena Ferrante, My Brilliant Friend

“I am made of memories.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“At that moment I knew what the plebs were, much more clearly than when, years earlier, she had asked me. The plebs were us. The plebs were that fight for food and wine, that quarrel over who should be served first and better, that dirty floor on which the waiters clattered back and forth, those increasingly vulgar toasts. The plebs were my mother, who had drunk wine and now was leaning against my father’s shoulder, while he, serious, laughed, his mouth gaping, at the sexual allusions of the metal dealer. They were all laughing, even Lila, with the expression of one who has a role and will play it to the utmost.”
― Elena Ferrante, My Brilliant Friend

“He's grieving for the dad he could have been, and the dad he never had, and the dad that he DID have, and his ten-year relationship, and his life in London, and his entire sense of identity. Ed is grieving for so many versions of himself that it's hard to look at the Ed that does exist...”
― Oisín McKenna, Evenings and Weekends