I thought they were helping me. I was so full of trust in them that I felt grateful as they carried me in the air. Only when they threw me overboard did I begin to have doubts.
YANN MARTELMy suffering left me sad and gloomy.
More Yann Martel Quotes
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Artists invent things as a way of telling the truth.
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When you’ve suffered a great deal in life, each additional pain is both unbearable and trifling.
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All living things contain a measure of madness that moves them in strange, sometimes inexplicable ways. This madness can be saving; it is part and parcel of the ability to adapt. Without it, no species would survive.
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I ask you, is it the fig tree’s fault that it’s not the season for figs? What kind of thing is that to do to an innocent tree, wither it instantly?
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You may not believe in life, but I don’t believe in death. Move on!
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I had to stop hoping so much that a ship would rescue me. I should not count on outside help. Survival had to start with me.
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We are all born like Catholics, aren’t we—in limbo, without religion, until some figure introduces us to God?
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The blackness would stir and eventually go away, and God would remain, a shining point of light in my heart. I would go on loving.
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Jesus, Mary, Muhammad and Vishnu, how good to see you Richard Parker!
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Zoo is an artificial territory, an approximation. Civilization is our natural territory.
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Life is an interpretation of a series of facts, and that interpretation is really what life is about. So the division between non-fiction and fiction has a certain logic, but it’s a very limited one. And by and large, it isn’t helpful.
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Misery loves company, and madness calls it forth.
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You might think I lost all hope at that point. I did. And as a result I perked up and felt much better.
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You must take life the way it comes at you and make the best of it.
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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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