black
grey
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red
brown
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Everything was screaming: the sea, the wind, my heart.

Yann Martel

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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Generations Seeing Shock Soul
Zoo is an artificial territory, an approximation. Civilization is our natural territory.
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Civilization Territory Zoos
Afterwards, when it’s all over, you meet God. What do you say to God?
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Afrerwards God Over
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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Doing Good Happy Knows
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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Despair Expression Light
As much as I love movies, it would be presumptuous of me to think that I know how to make one.
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Movie Love Thinking
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
I felt I was beating a rainbow to death
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Beating Felt Rainbow
Life on a lifeboat isn’t much of a life.
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Life Lifeboat
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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Heart Light Shining
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
I went about the job in a direct way. I took the hatchet in both my hands and vigorously beat the fish on the head with the hammerhead (I still didn’t have the stomach to use the sharp edge).
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Blue Hands Jobs Stomach Vigorously
Can there be any happiness greater than the happiness of salvation?
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Greater Happiness Salvation
We always see the Holocaust in terms of black-and-white images, barking Germans, cowering Jews.
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Couple Real War
Why make dirty what is beautiful, spoil what is perfect? Love.
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Beautiful Beauty Dirty
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

Everything was screaming: the sea, the wind, my heart.

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