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Life is a peephole, a single tiny entry onto a vastness–how can I not dwell on this brief, cramped view of things? This peephole is all I’ve got!

Yann Martel

Just do it. Get it down on the page. Work hard. And then let go. Ask yourself why you want to write. You have to be clear about that.
YANN MARTEL

Go Hard Work Letting Writing
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).
YANN MARTEL

Blue Hands Jobs Stomach Vigorously
You may not believe in life, but I don’t believe in death. Move on!
YANN MARTEL

Believe May Moving
It’s amazing how willpower can build walls.
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Amazing Wall Willpower
We were, literally and figuratively, in the same boat.
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Boat Figuratively Literally
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
The presence of God is the finest of rewards.
YANN MARTEL

Finest God Presence Rewards
Afterwards, when it’s all over, you meet God. What do you say to God?
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Afrerwards God Over
There are animals we haven’t stopped by. Don’t think they’re harmless. Life will defend itself no matter how small it is.
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Animal Matter Thinking
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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Beautiful Jealous Life
How true is that necessity is the mother of invention, how very true.
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Invention Mother True Very
Don’t you bully me with your politeness!
YANN MARTEL

Bully People Politeness
I was not wounded in any part of my body, but I had never experienced such intense pain, such a ripping of the nerves, such an ache of the heart.
YANN MARTEL

Heart Nerves Pain
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.
YANN MARTEL

End Fear Memories Real
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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Baby Cancer Death Life
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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Astonishing Frightening Indignation

Life is a peephole, a single tiny entry onto a vastness–how can I not dwell on this brief, cramped view of things? This peephole is all I’ve got!

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Life is a peephole, a single tiny entry onto a vastness–how can I not dwell on this brief, cramped view of things? This peephole is all I’ve got!

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