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The beginning of my childhood was profoundly marked by one of my grandfather’s passions – literature. For him reading, living, the writings of so many did not seem to be enough, so he began writing his own stories that still echo in my memory and in my heart. I remember that one day I went to him and asked “What are you writing about?”. Looking at me for only a second and returning his eyes at the ink stained notebook he answered: “My life”. Regretful, I confess that that was the last dialogue we had. After that I began reading, reading everything he was writing. Two years after his death, I had met someone who changed everything. I stopped reading and began writing myself. It was such a new feeling. It seemed to be never ending. It still feels. Since the first time, you may think I am exaggerating, but it really was the first time I saw her when I felt this sudden urge of writing. Words like “Thank you” seem meaningless compared to the things that you have done for me.
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Isaac Asimov
Biographical (non-literary) How do you pronounce \"Isaac Asimov\"? \"EYE\'zik AA\'zi-mov\". The name is spelled with an \"s\" and not a \"z\" because Asimov\'s father didn\'t understand the English alphabet clearly when the family moved to the U.S. in 1923. (In Russian, the spelling was the Cyrillic equivalent of Azimov, and in Yiddish, the Hebrew letters were aleph-zayin-yod-mem-aleph-vav-vav.) One way to remember this pronunciation is the pun from The Flying Sorcerers by Larry Niven and David Gerrold: \"As a color, shade of purple-grey\", or \"As a mauve\". Asimov wrote a poem (\"The Prime of Life\") in which he rhymes his surname with \"stars above\"; someone else suggested amending the poem to rhyme it with \"mazel tov\", which he thought an improvement. Asimov\'s own suggestion, however, as to how to remember his name was to say \"Has Him Off\" and leave out the H\'s. When did Asimov die? What was the cause of his death? Where is he buried? Asimov died on April 6, 1992 of heart...
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WJWilliam Wymark Jacobs
William Wymark Jacobs (8 September 1863 – 1 September 1943), was an English author of short stories and novels. He is now best remembered for his macabre tales "The Monkey's Paw" (published 1902 in the collection of short stories The Lady of the Barge) and "The Toll House" (published 1909 in the collection of short stories Sailors' Knots). However the majority of his output was humorous in tone. His favourite subjects were marine life: "men who go down to the sea in ships of moderate tonnage" said Punch, reviewing his first collection of stories, Many Cargoes, which achieved great popular success on its publication in 1896. Many Cargoes was followed by the novel The Skipper's Wooing in 1897, and another collection of short stories, Sea Urchins (1898) set the seal on his popularity. Among his other titles are Captains All, Sailors' Knots, and Night Watches. The title of the last reflects the popularity of perhaps his most enduring character: the night-watchman on the wharf in Wapping,...
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ECEdward Estlin Cummings
Edward Estlin Cummings (October 14, 1894 – September 3, 1962), popularly known as E. E. Cummings, with the abbreviated form of his name often written by others in all lowercase letters as e. e. cummings, was an American poet, painter, essayist, author, and playwright. His body of work encompasses approximately 2,900 poems, an autobiographical novel, four plays and several essays, as well as numerous drawings and paintings. He is remembered as a preeminent voice of 20th century poetry, as well as one of the most popular. Cummings was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, on October 14, 1894 to Edward and Rebecca Haswell Clarke Cummings. He was named after his father but his family called him by his middle name. Estlin's father was a professor of sociology and political science at Harvard University and later a Unitarian minister. Cummings described his father as a hero and a person who could accomplish anything that he wanted to. He was well skilled and was always working or repairing...
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VBVirgil Bucur
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DMDaniela Maxim
-2003 publicat romanul "Remember" la editura Junimea
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PRPop Denis Roger
Nascut la 02.10.1988, in Arad, am crescut majoritatea vietii fara parinti desi erau langa mine in fiecare zi. Am stat 4 ani in casa de copii, si am inceput sa scriu poezii in anul 2000. Am continuat cu o serie de carti intitulate "Cand trecutul revine", insa am terminat doar primul volum. In momentul de fata, lucrez la alte 2: "A journey to remember" si "Inima si Suflet"....
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Mateiu Ion Caragiale
Născut 25 martie 1885 București Murit 7 ianuarie 1936 București Tabel cronologic 1885 martie 25 (stil vechi 12) Se naște la București Mateiu, fiul cel mai mare al scriitorului Ion Luca Caragiale. Fiu natural; mama: Maria Constantinescu, rentieră, 21 ani; I. L. Caragiale, 33 ani, rentier. cca. 1892-cca. 1902 Studiazä la colegiul Sf. Gheorghe, al cärui director intre 1889-1903 este Anghel Demetriescu, "excelentul meu director și maestru de istorie", cum spune Matei Caragiale. Din timpul acesta datează temeinica sa inițiere istorică și heraldică. Tot acum va fi c noscut, probabil, indeaproape, cercul amicilor lui Anghel Demetriescu: Delavrancea, arhitectul Mincu, St. C. Hepites, dr. C. Istrati, N. Petrașcu. 1904 noiembrie-1905 mai, Berlin. Dacă nu urmeazä, potrivit dorinței tatälui säu, dreptul, in schimb, paralel, cu lecturi fructuoase, pätrunde farmecele marelui oraș, pe care le va evoca în povestirea sa Remember. 1906 București. Studii de drept, pe care nu le termină, și examene la...
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AAAndreea Alexandrescu
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Remember the Time
de Dragoș Vișan
Regina Egiptului antic stă plictisită de moarte în jilțul de aur. Este momentul de criză al timpului de mister. Incestuosul mariaj cu propriul său frate îi reprimă noii regine Isis tot apetitul de...
Demonik
de ghereben anamaria
Parte cea neagră se despică în două Simt cum mă sting când afară plouă I have ti die at morning I need the kiss of death. I remember the time when the firs time i kiss you You are my death and my...
life teachings
de Cristina
1.Give others more than they expect you to give and do this with joy. 2.Learn by heart your favorite poem. 3.Don’t believe all you here, don’t spent all you have and don’t sleep as much as you want....
The Drama
de Sorin DAN
The drama Are you real? Have we meet before? Or I’m just a shadow Knocking at your door? The night come join us, you know, Given us privacy I didn’t kiss you than I guess was not my policy But I do...
The Death of the Hired Man
de Robert Frost
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage To meet him in the doorway with the news And put him on his...
Way Of The Souls
de Octav Chivulescu
ISBN 973-0-03999-2 Noita R. Ipsni WAY OF THE SOULS * OURSELVES CIVILIZATION OF THE INS SOURCE OF LIGHT ARCHAEOLOGY OF THE FUTURE COLLECTION OF THOUGHTS CHAPTER 666 TRACES IN THE SAND Computer...
Sonnet III
de William Shakespeare
Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another; Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. For...
War Song
de Eugen
In a moonless night In alonely hour Starts another fight. Someone`s shot in the tower Someone`s lying here And someone`s lying there But there`s no time for tears `Cause death floats in the air. I...
Prima Iubire
de Filip Ruxandra
Motto: I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight Seasons came and changed the time When I grew up, I called him mine He...
Angelicos si internetul
de Dumitru Florin Saygo
Angelicos și internetul! (pamflet) Scrisoare-mesaj primit.. ------------------------------------------- Hello MY NEW FRIEND cu angelliques 29 Jun 2009, 20:22 Hello MY NEW FRIEND I am miss angellique,...
Sonet III
de William Shakespeare
Privește-ți chipul răsturnat în unda Oglinzii reci și-ascultă cum te chiamă, Să-l re\'noiești că să-ți plătești dobânda În lume iar, o neferice mama. Ce pântec oare, plugului ce-l sapă, Recunoștința...