We don’t want any invention. We want the ‘straight facts,’ as you say in English.” Isn’t telling about something–using words, English or Japanese–already something of an invention? Isn’t just looking upon this world already something of an invention?
YANN MARTELIf you stumble at mere believability, what are you living for? Isn’t love hard to believe?
More Yann Martel Quotes
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I was giving up. I would have given up – if a voice hadn’t made itself heard in my heart. The voice said “I will not die. I refuse it. I will make it through this nightmare.
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Music is a bird’s answer to the noise and heaviness of words. It puts the mind in a state of exhilarated speechlessness.
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My feelings can perhaps be imagined, but they can hardly be described.
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My suffering left me sad and gloomy.
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I can’t live for more than four years outside of Canada. I’m Canadian, so ultimately that is my reference point.
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Once you’ve been struck by violence, you acquire companions that never leave you entirely: Suspicion, Fear, Anxiety, Despair, Joylessness. The natural smile is taken from you and the natural pleasures you once enjoyed lose their appeal.
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People always seek to compare. They can take the new, but only if it is somehow connected to the familiar.
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How long does it take for a broken spirit to kill a body that has food, water and shelter?
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I explore it now in the only place left for it, my memory.
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It was as unbelievable as the moon catching fire.
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We are all born like Catholics, aren’t we—in limbo, without religion, until some figure introduces us to God?
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Their faces go red, their chests heave mightily, they sputter angry words. The degree of their indignation is astonishing. Their resolve is frightening.
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I wish I could convey the perfection of a seal slipping into water or a spider monkey swinging from point to point or a lion merely turning its head. But language founders in such seas. Better to picture it in your head if you want to feel it.
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Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.
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Misery loves company, and madness calls it forth.
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