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I am reminded of a story of Lord Krishna when he was a cowherd. Every night he invites the milkmaids to dance with him in the forest. They come and they dance. The night is dark, the fire in their midst roars and crackles, the beat of the music gets ever faster.

Yann Martel

Reality is how we interpret it. Imagination and volition play a part in that interpretation. Which means that all reality is to some extent a fiction.
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Fiction Mean Play Reality
If you stumble at mere believability, what are you living for? Isn’t love hard to believe?
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Belief Believe Book Life
Misery loves company, and madness calls it forth.
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Company Madness Misery
You might think I lost all hope at that point. I did. And as a result I perked up and felt much better.
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Hope might Thinking
We think we live in a global village. We don’t. The world is a big and beautiful and incredibly varied place. It can only be known locally, with your two feet on the ground. We should stick to our own gardens, as Voltaire said.
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Beautiful Garden Thinking
The dorado did the most extraordinary thing as it died: it began to flash all kinds of colours in rapid succession. Blue, green, red, gold, and violet flickered and shimmered neon-like on its surface as it struggled. I felt I was beating a rainbow to death.
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Began Extraordinary Kinds Shimmered Succession
Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field-but they’re all we have.
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Dancing Toads Trying
The worst pair of opposites is boredom and terror. Sometimes your life is a pendulum swing from one to the other.
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Boredom Opposites Swings
Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.
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Beautiful Jealous Life
First wonder goes deepest; wonder after that fits in the impression made by the first.
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Firsts Fit Wonder
How long does it take for a broken spirit to kill a body that has food, water and shelter?
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Broken Spirit Long Water
I thought they were helping me. I was so full of trust in them that I felt grateful as they carried me in the air. Only when they threw me overboard did I begin to have doubts.
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Air Doubt Grateful
Afterwards, when it’s all over, you meet God. What do you say to God?
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Afrerwards God Over
It is true that those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same afterwards, even unto our names.
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Book Life Names Sometimes
Artists invent things as a way of telling the truth.
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Artist Telling Truth Way
If you stumble about believability, what are you living for? Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist. God is hard to believe, ask any believer. What is your problem with hard to believe?
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Believe Life Love

I am reminded of a story of Lord Krishna when he was a cowherd. Every night he invites the milkmaids to dance with him in the forest. They come and they dance. The night is dark, the fire in their midst roars and crackles, the beat of the music gets ever faster.

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I am reminded of a story of Lord Krishna when he was a cowherd. Every night he invites the milkmaids to dance with him in the forest. They come and they dance. The night is dark, the fire in their midst roars and crackles, the beat of the music gets ever faster.

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