Esty

“Children don’t know the meaning of yesterday, of the day before yesterday, or even of tomorrow, everything is this, now: the street is this, the doorway is this, the stairs are this, this is Mamma, this is Papa, this is the day, this the night.”
― Elena Ferrante, My Brilliant Friend

“[...] poveștile de dragoste nu sunt cronologice, decât dacă vrei să le treci într-un carnețel, lăudându-te cu toate cuceririle făcute. Altminteri, ele au o curgere a lor aparte, de parcă s-ar țese pe fundalul altei lumi decât cea în care trăim. Pe spate, acolo unde nu ne e permis a vedea, povestea se așterne amestecată, haotică, parcă fără sens. Dar, când împunsătura iese pe fața lumii acesteia de-o trăim noi, ne apare ca un model frumos, unic și irepetabil, despre care habar n-avem că e legat cu fire invizibile de un altul, vechi de ani, ori de cel ce va să vină peste timp.”
― Lucian Dragoş Bogdan, Șase

“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

“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