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The moon was a sharply defined crescent and the sky was perfectly clear. The stars shone with such fierce, contained brilliance that it seemed absurd to call the night dark.

Yann Martel

Reality is how we interpret it. Imagination and volition play a part in that interpretation. Which means that all reality is to some extent a fiction.
YANN MARTEL

Fiction Mean Play Reality
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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Inspirational Moving Saving
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
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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Faults Kind Tree
Misery loves company, and madness calls it forth.
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Company Madness Misery
Christianity is a religion in a rush.
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Christianity Religion Rush
The three religions because I wanted to discuss faith, not organized religion, so wanted to relativize organized religion by having Pi practice three.
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Christian Practice Two
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
Stories–individual stories, family stories, national stories–are what stitch together the disparate elements of human existence into a coherent whole. We are story animals.
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Animal Stories Together
The dorado did the most extraordinary thing as it died: it began to flash all kinds of colours in rapid succession. Blue, green, red, gold, and violet flickered and shimmered neon-like on its surface as it struggled. I felt I was beating a rainbow to death.
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Began Extraordinary Kinds Shimmered Succession
Atheists are my brothers and sisters of a different faith, and every word they speak speaks of faith. Like me, they go as far as the legs of reason will carry them — and then they leap.
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Atheist Brother Legs
I go to mass every Sunday, but love going to mosques too. Muslims pray in a beautiful way.
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Beautiful Mosques Sunday
My feelings can perhaps be imagined, but they can hardly be described.
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Described Feelings Hardly
Afterwards, when it’s all over, you meet God. What do you say to God?
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Afrerwards God Over
If you don’t have dreams, how do you maneuver reality? Where do you get the ideas to change reality if not from dreams?
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Dream Ideas Reality
Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field-but they’re all we have.
YANN MARTEL

Dancing Toads Trying

The moon was a sharply defined crescent and the sky was perfectly clear. The stars shone with such fierce, contained brilliance that it seemed absurd to call the night dark.

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