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Ask any comedian, tennis player, chef. Timing is everything.Meg Rosoff
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He was a peculiar sight. Tears rolling down his face, shouting to drown the sound of the singing rabbit; he said he needed help, pointed to a chicken, handed over some money, grabbed his parcel and bolted out the door in panic. Boys, thought the butcher. Drugs, thought the woman. Justin Case, thought Dorothea.Meg Rosoff
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I'm sorry I started all this by trying to fly and I'd take it back if I could but I can't, so please think of it from my point of view: if you die I will have a dead brother and it will be me instead of you who suffers. Justin thought of his brother on that warm summer day, standing up on the windowsill holding both their futures, light and changeable as air, in his outstretched arms. Of course, Justin thought, I'm part of his fate just as he's part of mine. I hadn't considered it from his point of view. Or from the point of view of the universe, either. It's just a playing field crammed full of cause and effect, billions of dominoes, each knocking over billions more, setting off trillions of actions every second. A butterfly flaps its wings in Africa and my brother in Luton thinks he can fly. The child nodded. A piano might fall on your head, he said, but it also might not. And in the meantime you never know. Something nice might happen.Meg Rosoff
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A piano might fall on your head, he said, but it also might not. And in the meantime you never know. Something nice might happen.Meg Rosoff
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In the meantime, Charlie learnt to fly. Dorothea fell in love. Peter discovered a new star. And a great number of things happened to Justin. Hundreds of millions of ordinary, unexpected, and occasionally quite astonishing things. And that was his fate.Meg Rosoff
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How doe we define the energy of thought versus the energy of action.Meg Rosoff
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Where's your dog?" Peter's voice came from within the gushing stream of water. Justin thought he must have misheard." Pardon?"" Your dog."" Yes?"" Isn't he with you today?" Justin looked at Peter."Ha bloody ha." Peter stuck his head out of the stream of water, features dripping. He smiled shyly. "I love greyhounds." Justin stared." My dog is imaginary."" Oh." Peter looked interested. "That's unusual." Justin put his head under the water. When he emerged, Peter was still looking at him." Less work, " Peter offered, cheerily. "If the dog's imaginary, I mean. Not so much grooming, feeding, et cetera.Meg Rosoff