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“Did he understand, as those interminable minutes ticked by, that being alone is not the same as being lonely? That being alone is a neutral state; [...]. Is it possible? That which is around me does not affect my mood; my mood affects that which is around me. Is it true? Could Denny have possibly appreciated the subjective nature of loneliness, which is something that exists only in the mind, not in the world, and, like a virus, is unable to survive without a willing host?”

Quote by Garth Stein

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The Art of Racing in the Rain

This poignant story follows a terminally ill man who communicates his thoughts and feelings through his beloved dog. The narrative intertwines the man's racing career with his life's lessons and the unbreakable connection with his canine companion. more

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Garth Stein
Garth Stein

Garth Stein is an American author known for his unique literary style and profound themes, often exploring issues such as human-animal relationships, animal rights, and environmental protection. Born on December 6, 1964, Stein transitioned from a career in advertising to writing, achieving widespread acclaim with his first novel, 'The Memoirs of a Geisha'. more

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