Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay (The Neapolitan Novels, #3)

by Elena Ferrante

“Each of us narrates our life as it suits us.”

And I had become, that was certain, but without an object, without a real passion, without a determined ambition. I had wanted to become something—here was the point—only because I was afraid that Lila would become someone and I would stay behind. My becoming was a becoming in her wake. I had to start again to become, but for myself, as an adult, outside of her.