“Who yells?” Is unquestionably the best broad city line i think about it every time someone raises their voice even slightly

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“Who yells?” Is unquestionably the best broad city line i think about it every time someone raises their voice even slightly
'Wolves'. Konstantin Korobov.
I feel like when I say ‘relatable’ what I really mean is ‘resonant.’ I don’t want characters who I feel are like me, I want characters who have emotions so strong I can feel them through the page.
I think this is important because a lot of us forget the power of stories to make us feel things about characters who are not like us, who have experienced things that we never will. The purpose of listening to someone else's story should not necessarily be identification, but understanding.
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