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“I've always found it difficult to start with a definite idea, but if I start with a pond that's being drained because of a diesel fuel leak and a cow named Hortense and some blackbirds flying over and a woman in the distance waving, then I might get somewhere.”

Quote by Bobbie Ann Mason

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Bobbie Ann Mason
Bobbie Ann Mason

Bobbie Ann Mason is an American novelist born on May 1, 1940. Her works are known for their depiction of life in the American Midwest, particularly her skill in portraying the inner world of characters. Mason's writing has won numerous literary awards and is considered an important figure in contemporary American literature. more

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