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I saw myself as a deflated yoga ball. I saw myself as a giant snail drooling slime on the floor.
“In the spring they ripen and swarm the trees ...”
“I was desperate to write a novel, but I didn’t have a story. Whenever I tried to write fiction it was all about my own inner bullshit.”
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“As soon as Farley's collar was unhooked, he took the nearest, steepest slope down into the dell.”
Listen to the penultimate episode of season 3, with Rachel Cusk, Aisha Sabatini Sloan, Allan Gurganus, and Deborah Landau.
“Passing through the hallway on their way out, her sisters tipped their heads in the direction of the statue of the goddess Durga.”