Emma Getz

“to be healthy, and desperate to be a Natasha at the ball with Prince Andrei or Kuryagin, and instead to be sitting alone, staring at the ceiling, while listening to the echo of the music, the sound of voices, the laughter.”
― Elena Ferrante, The Story of a New Name

“Stop it, who cares about this Dostoyevsky, who gives a damn about the Karamazovs.”
― Elena Ferrante, My Brilliant Friend

“The price of being in his family was everything he held dear, taken from him over and over again. They were the dragons. The devils. There was no mercy in them or for them.”
― Kiersten White, Bright We Burn

“When some handsome youth fell, pierced by a blade beaten on the anvil of death, immediately beggars, bourgeois citizens, kings and queens offered applause that rose to the stars. Ah, the violence: tearing, killing, ripping.”
― Elena Ferrante, The Story of the Lost Child