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Yann Martel

I spent more hours than I can count a quiet witness to the highly mannered, manifold expressions of life that grace our planet. It is something so bright, loud, weird and delicate as to stupefy the senses.
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Earth Expression Grace
My gratitude to him is as boundless as the Pacific ocean.
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Grateful Gratitude Ocean
If you took the city of Tokyo and turned it upside down and shook it you would be amazed at the animals that fall out: badgers, wolves, boa constrictors, crocodiles, ostriches, baboons, capybaras, wild boars, leopards, manatees, ruminants, in untold numbers.
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Animal City Crocodile Fall Ostriches
We were, literally and figuratively, in the same boat.
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Boat Figuratively Literally
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
Why make dirty what is beautiful, spoil what is perfect? Love.
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Beautiful Beauty Dirty
Everything was screaming: the sea, the wind, my heart.
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Heart Sea Wind
We don’t want any invention. We want the ‘straight facts,’ as you say in English.” Isn’t telling about something–using words, English or Japanese–already something of an invention? Isn’t just looking upon this world already something of an invention?
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Country Invention Language People Some Something
Can there be any happiness greater than the happiness of salvation?
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Greater Happiness Salvation
I am not a particularly natural writer. I am not a person who can write in paragraphs the way some writers do. For me, it’s sentence by sentence, sometimes word-by-word. And I revise constantly. It’s a very laborious process, but I love doing it.
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Laborious Process Sometimes Way Writing
It was as unbelievable as the moon catching fire.
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Catching Fire Moon
I explore it now in the only place left for it, my memory.
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Left Memories Place
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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Blue Hands Jobs Stomach Vigorously
And in between the two, in between the sky and the sea, were all the winds. And there were all the nights and all the moons. To be a castaway is to be a point perpetually at the centre of a circle.
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Blue Castaway Moon Night
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.
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Art Book Hate InterAction
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

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