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Literary Birthday - 9 May
Happy Birthday, J.M. Barrie, born 9 May 1860, died 19 June 1937
Quotes
When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.
To die will be an awfully big adventure.
The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.
The printing press is either the greatest blessing or the greatest curse of modern times, one sometimes forgets which.
Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.
Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.
You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.
Every time a child says I don’t believe in fairies there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead. 
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one does.
Barrie was a Scottish author and dramatist, best remembered as the creator of Peter Pan. Barrie was made a baronet by George V in 1913, and a member of the Order of Merit in 1922. Before his death, he gave the rights to the Peter Pan works to London’s Great Ormond Street Hospital, which continues to benefit from them.
by Amanda Patterson from Writers Write
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“The Prince and the Pauper” by Mark Twain. This 1881 novel about a poor boy, Tom Canty, who exchanges identities with Edward Tudor, the prince of England, is at once an adventure story, a fantasy of timeless appeal, and an intriguing example of the author’s abiding preoccupation with separating the true from the false, the genuine from the impostor.