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.
YANN MARTELLife and death live and die in exactly the same spot, the body. It is from there that both babies and cancers are born.
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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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I am reminded of a story of Lord Krishna when he was a cowherd. Every night he invites the milkmaids to dance with him in the forest. They come and they dance. The night is dark, the fire in their midst roars and crackles, the beat of the music gets ever faster.
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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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We are all born like Catholics, aren’t we—in limbo, without religion, until some figure introduces us to God?
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To lose a brother is to lose someone with whom you can share the experience of growing old, who is supposed to bring you a sister-in-law and nieces and nephews, creatures who people the tree of your life and give it new branches.
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He’s a shy man. Life has taught him not to show off what is most precious to him.
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Zoo is an artificial territory, an approximation. Civilization is our natural territory.
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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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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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I go to mass every Sunday, but love going to mosques too. Muslims pray in a beautiful way.
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Despair was a heavy blackness that let no light in or out. It was a hell beyond expression. I thank God it always passed.
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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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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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Even when God seemed to have abandoned me, he was watching. Even when he seemed indifferent to my suffering, he was watching. And when I was beyond all hope of saving, he gave me rest. Then he gave me a sign to continue my journey.
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India is a place where all stories are possible. You forget that the imagination can take hold of anything and contemplate it and love it and describe it.
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