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My suffering left me sad and gloomy.

Yann Martel

I can well imagine an athiest’s last words: “White, white! L-L-Love! My God!” – and the deathbed leap of faith.
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Deathbed Light Self White
I did not count the days or the weeks or the months. Time is an illusion that only makes us pant. I survived because I forgot even the very notion of time.
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Illusion Months Week
I was giving up. I would have given up – if a voice hadn’t made itself heard in my heart. The voice said “I will not die. I refuse it. I will make it through this nightmare.
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Giving Hard Heart Up Work
We always see the Holocaust in terms of black-and-white images, barking Germans, cowering Jews.
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Couple Real War
Once you’ve been struck by violence, you acquire companions that never leave you entirely: Suspicion, Fear, Anxiety, Despair, Joylessness. The natural smile is taken from you and the natural pleasures you once enjoyed lose their appeal.
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Entirely Leave Natural Once Pleasing
He’s a shy man. Life has taught him not to show off what is most precious to him.
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Men Shy Taught
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
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
We were, literally and figuratively, in the same boat.
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Boat Figuratively Literally
I would like to add a third, to wit, the rapid and direct approch of a known killer
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Approach Killer Known
Everything was screaming: the sea, the wind, my heart.
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Heart Sea Wind
Mockery be damned, my urine looked delicious.
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Delicious Mockery.Urine
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
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
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
If you stumble about believability, what are you living for? Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist. God is hard to believe, ask any believer. What is your problem with hard to believe?
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Believe Life Love

My suffering left me sad and gloomy.

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