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Laurie Lee Biography

Laurence Edward Alan "Laurie" Lee, MBE (26 June 1914 – 13 May 1997) was an English poet, novelist and screenwriter, who was brought up in the small village of Slad in Gloucestershire.

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At best, love is simply the slipping of a hand in another's, of knowing you are where you belong at last, and of exchanging through the eyes that all-consuming regard which ignores everybody else on earth.

Best Love, Everybody, Eye, Ignores, Love Is, Simply

We were living in the Slad Road when my father left us. I was about three.

Father, Left, Road, Slad, Three

But our waking life, and our growing years, were for the most part spent in the kitchen, and until we married, or ran away, it was the common room we shared.

Common, Kitchen, Waking, Waking Life, Years

The Welsh are not like any other people in Britain, and they know how separate they are. They are the Celts, the tough little wine-dark race who were the original possessors of the island, who never mixed with the invaders coming later from the east, but were slowly driven into the western mountains.

Celts, Dark, Island, Islands, Welsh, Wine

What she did was to open our eyes to details of country life such as teaching us names of wild flowers and getting us to draw and paint and learn poetry.

Country, Flower, Learn, Poetry, Teaching

I was set down from the carrier's cart at the age of three; and there with a sense of bewilderment and terror my life in the village began.

Age, Life, Set, Terror, Three, Village

In London, Man is the most secret animal on earth.

Animal, Earth, London, Man, Men, Secret

Effie M. was a monster. Six foot high and as strong as a farm horse. No sooner had she decided that she wanted UncleTom than she knocked him off his bicycle and told him.

Feet, Horse, Knocked, Six, Strong

For the first time I was learning how much easier it was to leave than to stay behind and love.

And Love, Easier, Firsts, Leave, Stay

It was a world that I wanted to record because it was such a miracle visitation to me.

Miracle, Record, Records, World

Such a morning it is when love leans through geranium windows and calls with a cockerel's tongue. When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass, and the sun drips honey.

Drips, Girl, Love, Morning, Roses, Sun

All civilizations at some time have fallen into this total terror, when the mystery of life was a kind of panic only to be assuaged by the spilling of blood.

Blood, Civilization, Mystery, Panic, Time

I wanted to communicate what I had seen, so that others could see it.

Communicate, See, Seen, Talking, Wanted

Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies like sugared wafers, and when it wasn't raining a diamond dust took over which veiled and yet magnified all things

Air, Blew, Butterfly, Rain, Sugared

The prospect Smiler was a manic farmer. Few men I think can have been as unfortunate as he; for on the one hand he was a melancholic with a loathing for mankind, on the other, some paralysis had twisted his mouth into a permanent and radiant smile. So everyone he met, being warmed by his smile, would shout him a happy greeting. And beaming upon them with his sunny face he would curse them all to hell.

Hands, Men, Smiler, Think, Thinking, Twisted

In America, even your menus have the gift of language. . . . The Chef's own Vienna Roast. A hearty, rich meat loaf, gently seasoned to perfection and served in a creamy nest of mashed farm potatoes and strictly fresh garden vegetables. Of course, what you get is cole slaw and a slab of meat, but that doesn't matter because the menu has already started your juices going. Oh, those menus. In America, they are poetry.

America, Creamy, Food, Garden, Hearty, Loaf

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