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The American way of life is not sustainable. It doesn’t acknowledge that there is a world beyond America.

Arundhati Roy

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Arundhati Roy
Age: 63
Born: 1961
Born: September 24
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Suzanna Arundhati Roy
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Fiction and non-fiction are only different techniques of story telling. For reasons I do not fully understand, fiction dances out of me. Non-fiction is wrenched out by the aching, broken world I wake up to every morning.
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