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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

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
My suffering left me sad and gloomy.
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Gloomy Left Suffering
Afterwards, when it’s all over, you meet God. What do you say to God?
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Afrerwards God Over
Misery loves company, and madness calls it forth.
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Company Madness Misery
War subjects itself to transportation in a way that we find acceptable.
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Transportation War Way
Life on a lifeboat isn’t much of a life.
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Life Lifeboat
The language of prose is very different than the language of cinema, so the movie has to successfully translate what was in the book.
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Book Cinema Different
How true is that necessity is the mother of invention, how very true.
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Invention Mother True Very
Much hostile and aggressive behaviour among animals is the expression of social insecurity.
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Animal Expression Insecurity
Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field-but they’re all we have.
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Dancing Toads Trying
Artists invent things as a way of telling the truth.
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Artist Telling Truth Way
My feelings can perhaps be imagined, but they can hardly be described.
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Described Feelings Hardly
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
We are all born like Catholics, aren’t we—in limbo, without religion, until some figure introduces us to God?
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Born Catholic Introducing
We think we live in a global village. We don’t. The world is a big and beautiful and incredibly varied place. It can only be known locally, with your two feet on the ground. We should stick to our own gardens, as Voltaire said.
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Beautiful Garden Thinking
My gratitude to him is as boundless as the Pacific ocean.
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Grateful Gratitude Ocean

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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