Quote by Laura Hillenbrand

While it's really hard to do, at the same time, I'm escaping my body, which I really want to do. I'm living someone else's life. I get very intensely into the story, into the interviews and the research. I'm experiencing things along with my subjects. I have a freedom I don't have in my physical life.


While it's really hard to do, at the same time, I'm escaping

Summary

This quote expresses the idea of finding solace and escape through immersion in other people's lives. The speaker suggests that although it is challenging, this act allows them to temporarily detach from their own reality and experience a sense of liberation. By delving into stories, conducting interviews, and conducting research, they are able to empathetically engage with their subjects and vicariously participate in their experiences. This process provides them with a sense of freedom and exploration that may not be readily available in their own physical existence.

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Freedom
By Laura Hillenbrand
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