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Toto: The Dog-Gone Amazing Story of the Wizard of Oz

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Michael Morpurgo
Michael Morpurgo

Michael Morpurgo is a renowned British children's literature author, born on October 5, 1943. His works are known for their rich imagination and profound emotional depth, making them highly popular among readers. more

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“This had always been the worst time when the quiet emptiness could leave him gasping for breath. She was there, his wife, a peripheral shadow moving across a doorway, or in the reflection of a window, and he had to stop looking for her. And the whiskey helped – helped him walk past her when the fire was doused. But occasionally she followed him up the stairs and that’s why he began to take the bottle with him, because she stood in the corner of their bedroom and watched him undress, and when he was on the verge of sleep, she leant over him and asked him things like, Remember when we first met?”

“As I saw myself moving ever farther toward the social margin, nothing healed me of a sore and angry heart like a walk through the city. To see in the street the fifty different ways people struggle to remain human - the variety and inventiveness of survival techniques - was to feel the pressure relieved, the overflow draining off. I felt in my nerve endings the common refusal to go under. That refusal became company. I was never less alone than alone in the crowded street. Here, I found, I could imagine myself. Here, I thought, I am buying time. What a notion: buying time.”

“Спокойно осъзнавам каква цивилизована личност съм - нуждата, която имам от хора, от разговори, книги, театър, музика, кафенета, питиета и прочие. Ужасно е да бъдеш цивилизован, защото, когато стигнеш края на света, няма с какво да облекчиш ужаса от самотата. Да бъдеш цивилизован, означава да имаш сложни потребности. А човек, когато е напълно завършен, не бива да има нужда от нищо.”

“Small, inquisitive and solitary, the only child of an only son, growing up in rented lodgings or hotel rooms, constantly on the move as a boy, Anthony Powell needed an energetic imagination to people a sadly under-populated world from a child's point of view. His mother and his nurse were for long periods the only people he saw, in general the one unchanging element in a peripatetic existence.”

“The years I spent pining for her, trying to subtly convince her that I was the man she needed to be with was what made me realize that I was competing with every man she knew for one ultimate goal. Just like a sporting event where her affections are the prize. And just like in a contest with athletes, I was completely outmatched. An amateur playing a game with experienced professionals.”