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The Amber Spyglass

In this fantasy novel, the young protagonist embarks on a perilous quest in a magical world, facing numerous challenges and encountering fantastical creatures. more

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Philip Pullman
Philip Pullman

Philip Pullman is a British film writer known for his adaptations of literary works. Born in October 1946, he is a prolific writer who has adapted several renowned novels into film scripts. more

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“What if every dream you ever dreamt was a part of a dream that you're living? To my Smiling Soul, If there is one thing I have learnt over Time that stands solid and can pass the test of Time in every Universe then that is the Strength of our Soul when we live through the Smile of our Heart. It doesn't matter, how much time goes by, how many detours or losses fell on your path, as long as you stand your ground, as long as you don't let regret or failure to get the better of you, you win, you walk with slow but steady steps knowing there is someone watching over you, holding onto integrity and grace. You remember to bury your pain, your loss, your sorrow and plant a seed of Love instead with a Hope that someday, Somewhere in some corner of this Universe you will find your due, something that only He alone can give you, something that is yours, entirely yours. Until then, keep reminding the world that a Unicorn doesn't need to be a lion or a wolf in the wilderness of Life. - your Smiling Dream To every Dreamer, keep weaving that halo of dream for you never know where you might end up in the Smile of Time, because Life knows exactly the Dream that Life weaves around us. Love & Light, always - Debatrayee”

“Quando me acometia à noite, em vez de dormir, eu deitava-me horas seguidas no vão da janela, olhava o lago negro, as silhuetas dos montes recortadas contra o céu pálido e, por cima, as belas estrelas. Depois, não raro, era tomado por um forte sentimento temeroso e doce, como se toda esta beleza nocturna me observasse com um justo olhar reprovador. Como se as estrelas, as montanhas e os lagos ansiassem por alguém que compreendesse e expressasse a sua beleza e a dor da sua existência silenciosa, como se fosse eu esse alguém, como se a minha verdadeira missão fosse a de, pela escrita, dar expressão à natureza silenciosa. De que forma isto seria possível, era coisa sobre que nunca pensava, senão que sentia apenas a bela noite, grave, esperar por mim numa exigência silenciosa.”

“You know, my friend, sometimes we do travel all around the world thinking of finding the happiness. Not only in mind, or in dreams, as I used to do when communism borders enclosed us in a “happy island”, preaching us the benefits of being in such and such powerful state. We do travel in real time and space, pushed by the fantasy of colourful dreams. As real as us. Yet, love, yes, love is one of the most powerful force that could take us from our comfort zone and makes us jump the borders. Which I did. And now, looking at that refusal letter from Home Office, I was feeling all their hatred and abuse slapping my honesty.”