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From Elena Ferrante's Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay (the third book in the Neapolitan series):
"Become. It was a verb that had always obsessed me, but I realized it for the first time only in that situation. I wanted to become, even though I had never known what. 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 [my friend] 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."
Also, I love this description: "There is no woman like you, you throw yourself into life with a force that, if we all had it, the world would have changed a long time ago."
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