Soula Emmanuel

“Dolly is a ten-year-old bichon frise. Her fur smells like bran flakes and her breath smells like rotting flesh. Most of the time she’s a languid, trip-over dog, a little cat of a dog, though in her usual stance, splayed sideways on the floor, she looks more like a baby polar bear. She came with the flat and has a greater claim to its ownership than I do.”
― Soula Emmanuel, Wild Geese

“Perhaps I am doomed to have sillier and sillier identity crises until I am dead: the one label that accepts no backchat. Paralysis by analysis begetting paralysis the old-fashioned way.”
― Soula Emmanuel, Wild Geese