The Story of the Lost Child (The Neapolitan Novels, #4)

by Elena Ferrante

How many words remain unsayable even between a couple in love, and how the risk is increased that others might say them, destroying

All right, I was wrong, I offended you, but now, enough, how is it that you’ve become so touchy, you know that I like everything about you, let’s make up.

“I’m lying, yes, but why do you force me to give you a linear explanation; linear explanations are almost always lies.

In what disorder we lived, how many fragments of ourselves were scattered, as if to live were to explode into splinters.

For a few seconds Carmen’s brother became the point of contact between her diminishing world and my expanding world.