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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.

Yann Martel

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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Language Perfection Sea Water
Don’t you bully me with your politeness!
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Bully People Politeness
I explore it now in the only place left for it, my memory.
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Left Memories Place
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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Brother Mother Sorry
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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Dream Goodbye Heart
Quickly you make rash decisions. You dismiss your last allies: hope and trust. There, you’ve defeated yourself. Fear, which is but an impression, has triumphed over you.
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Allies Decision Over You
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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Movie Love Thinking
We commonly say in the trade that the most dangerous animal in a zoo is Man.
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Animals Men Zoos
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
I am reminded of a story of Lord Krishna when he was a cowherd. Every night he invites the milkmaids to dance with him in the forest. They come and they dance. The night is dark, the fire in their midst roars and crackles, the beat of the music gets ever faster.
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Crackle Faster Forest Girl Jealous Music Sweet
Misery loves company, and madness calls it forth.
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Company Madness Misery
India is a place where all stories are possible. You forget that the imagination can take hold of anything and contemplate it and love it and describe it.
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Country Imagination Love Possible
It’s amazing how willpower can build walls.
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Amazing Wall Willpower
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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Element Games Simple
In art, something comes of nothing. Out of the thin air and the ether, you create a story. And that is intensely satisfying.
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Air Art Stories
Religion is just an alternate way of reading reality – you read material reality, and then you add on an extra layer of religiosity that deepens that understanding of reality. Some countries have lost that capacity, or dismissed it or marginalized it.
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Country Reading Reality

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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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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