My feelings can perhaps be imagined, but they can hardly be described.
YANN MARTELYou might think I lost all hope at that point. I did. And as a result I perked up and felt much better.
More Yann Martel Quotes
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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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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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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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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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Life will defend itself no matter how small it is.
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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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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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I find that movies tend to fix the aesthetics of a story in people’s minds.
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My gratitude to him is as boundless as the Pacific ocean.
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science can only take you so far and then you have to leap
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He’s a shy man. Life has taught him not to show off what is most precious to him.
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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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We are all born like Catholics, aren’t we—in limbo, without religion, until some figure introduces us to God?
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Misery loves company, and madness calls it forth.
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The world isn’t just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no? And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no? Doesn’t that make life a story?
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