Misery loves company, and madness calls it forth.
YANN MARTELWe 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?
More Yann Martel Quotes
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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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You may not believe in life, but I don’t believe in death. Move on!
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Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field-but they’re all we have.
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Zoo is an artificial territory, an approximation. Civilization is our natural territory.
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When you’ve suffered a great deal in life, each additional pain is both unbearable and trifling.
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It’s important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let go.
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How true is that necessity is the mother of invention, how very true.
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My greatest wish – other than salvation – was to have a book.
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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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I explore it now in the only place left for it, my memory.
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I’m not a consumer. I hate buying clothes. I don’t have a mobile. I just don’t need things. I don’t like things.
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Life and death live and die in exactly the same spot, the body. It is from there that both babies and cancers are born.
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I wept heartily over this poor little deceased soul. It was the first sentient being I had ever killed. I was now a killer. I was now as guilty as Cain. I was sixteen years old, a harmless boy, bookish and religious, and now I had blood on my hands. It’s a terrible burden to carry. All sentient life is sacred.
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The reason death sticks so closely to life isn’t biological necessity – it’s envy.
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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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