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I would like to add a third, to wit, the rapid and direct approch of a known killer

Yann Martel

For fear, real fear such as shakes you to your foundation, such as you feel when you are brought face to face with your mortal end, nestles in your memory like a gangrene: it seeks to rot everything, even the words with which to speak of it.
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End Fear Memories Real
I ask you, is it the fig tree’s fault that it’s not the season for figs? What kind of thing is that to do to an innocent tree, wither it instantly?
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Faults Kind Tree
That’s what fiction is about, isn’t it, the selective transforming of reality? The twisting of it to bring out its essence?
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Essence Fiction Reality
I went about the job in a direct way. I took the hatchet in both my hands and vigorously beat the fish on the head with the hammerhead (I still didn’t have the stomach to use the sharp edge).
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Blue Hands Jobs Stomach Vigorously
Life on a lifeboat isn’t much of a life.
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Life Lifeboat
If you write genre fiction, you follow the rules, and you have to follow them because readers expect that.
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Fiction Genre Writing
My life is like a memento mori painting from European art: there is always a grinning skull at my side to remind me of the folly of human ambition.
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Ambition Art Skulls
Even when God seemed to have abandoned me, he was watching. Even when he seemed indifferent to my suffering, he was watching. And when I was beyond all hope of saving, he gave me rest. Then he gave me a sign to continue my journey.
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Journey Saving Suffering
Afterwards, when it’s all over, you meet God. What do you say to God?
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Afrerwards God Over
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 did not count the days or the weeks or the months. Time is an illusion that only makes us pant. I survived because I forgot even the very notion of time.
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Illusion Months Week
I am not a particularly natural writer. I am not a person who can write in paragraphs the way some writers do. For me, it’s sentence by sentence, sometimes word-by-word. And I revise constantly. It’s a very laborious process, but I love doing it.
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Laborious Process Sometimes Way Writing
If you don’t have dreams, how do you maneuver reality? Where do you get the ideas to change reality if not from dreams?
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Dream Ideas Reality
You may not believe in life, but I don’t believe in death. Move on!
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Believe May Moving
A movie will do in one second, with one image, what it will take a novelist at least a page to describe.
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Communication Novelists Pages
Christianity is a religion in a rush.
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Christianity Religion Rush

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