The blackness would stir and eventually go away, and God would remain, a shining point of light in my heart. I would go on loving.
YANN MARTELFirst wonder goes deepest; wonder after that fits in the impression made by the first.
More Yann Martel Quotes
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I go to mass every Sunday, but love going to mosques too. Muslims pray in a beautiful way.
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Stories–individual stories, family stories, national stories–are what stitch together the disparate elements of human existence into a coherent whole. We are story animals.
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If you write genre fiction, you follow the rules, and you have to follow them because readers expect that.
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As much as I love movies, it would be presumptuous of me to think that I know how to make one.
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Repetition is important in the training not only of animals but also of humans.
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Any writer will be happy and good only if they know what they’re doing and why they’re doing it.
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To lose a brother is to lose someone with whom you can share the experience of growing old, who is supposed to bring you a sister-in-law and nieces and nephews, creatures who people the tree of your life and give it new branches.
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You can get used to anything – haven’t I already said that? Isn’t that what all survivors say?
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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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It is pointless to say that this or that night was the worst of my life. I have so many bad nights to choose from that I’ve made none the champion.
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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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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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science can only take you so far and then you have to leap
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Life will defend itself no matter how small it is.
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Life on a lifeboat isn’t much of a life. It is like an end game in chess, a game with few pieces. The elements couldn’t be more simple, nor the stakes higher.
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