Apoorva

“In what disorder we lived, how many fragments of ourselves were scattered, as if to live were to explode into splinters.”
― Elena Ferrante, The Story of the Lost Child

“And no one knew better than I did what it meant to make your own head masculine so that it would be accepted by the culture of men; I had done it, I was doing it.”
― Elena Ferrante, Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay

“Her quickness of mind was like a hiss, a dart, a lethal bite.”
― Elena Ferrante, My Brilliant Friend

“There are people who leave and people who know how to be left.”
― Elena Ferrante, The Story of a New Name