Survival starts by paying attention to what is close at hand and immediate. To look out with idle hope is tantamount to dreaming one’s life away.
YANN MARTELWe are all born like Catholics, aren’t we—in limbo, without religion, until some figure introduces us to God?
More Yann Martel Quotes
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I felt I was beating a rainbow to death
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Nothing beats reason for keeping tigers away. But be excessively reasonable and you risk throwing out the universe with the bathwater.
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You can get used to anything – haven’t I already said that? Isn’t that what all survivors say?
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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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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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It’s amazing how willpower can build walls.
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How true is that necessity is the mother of invention, how very true.
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There is no doubt in my mind that that feral giraffes and feral hippos have been living in Tokyo for generations without seeing a soul.
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…for everything has a trace of the divine in it.
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Zoo is an artificial territory, an approximation. Civilization is our natural territory.
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It is true that those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same afterwards, even unto our names.
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How long does it take for a broken spirit to kill a body that has food, water and shelter?
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You bring joy and pain in equal measure. Joy because you are with me, but pain because it wont be for long.
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Any writer will be happy and good only if they know what they’re doing and why they’re doing it.
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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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