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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.

Yann Martel

How true is that necessity is the mother of invention, how very true.
YANN MARTEL

Invention Mother True Very
Nature can put on a thrilling show. The stage is vast, the lighting is dramatic, the extras are innumerable, and the budget for special effects is absolutely unlimited.
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Dramatic Special Unlimited
My life is like a memento mori painting from European art: there is always a grinning skull at my side to remind me of the folly of human ambition.
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Ambition Art Skulls
Can there be any happiness greater than the happiness of salvation?
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Greater Happiness Salvation
It was as unbelievable as the moon catching fire.
YANN MARTEL

Catching Fire Moon
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
Life will defend itself no matter how small it is.
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Defend Matter Small
Art is a gift: you create and then you give away. How readers receive that gift is their business. If they hate it, that’s their response to it. Others respond by liking it. Either way, that is their interaction with the book, which is no longer mine.
YANN MARTEL

Art Book Hate InterAction
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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Blood Boys Religious
To lose your father is to lose the one whose guidance and help you seek, who supports you like a tree trunk supports its branches. To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you. It is like losing–I’m sorry, I would rather not go on.
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Father Guidance Lose Supports
First wonder goes deepest; wonder after that fits in the impression made by the first.
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Firsts Fit Wonder
Music is a bird’s answer to the noise and heaviness of words. It puts the mind in a state of exhilarated speechlessness.
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Answers Bird Mind
It is true that those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same afterwards, even unto our names.
YANN MARTEL

Book Life Names Sometimes
There are always those who take it upon themselves to defend God… These people fail to realize that it is on the inside that God must be defended, not on the outside.
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Defend Failing People Realizing
I go to mass every Sunday, but love going to mosques too. Muslims pray in a beautiful way.
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Beautiful Mosques Sunday
Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field-but they’re all we have.
YANN MARTEL

Dancing Toads Trying

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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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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