Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.
YANN MARTELHow true is that necessity is the mother of invention, how very true.
More Yann Martel Quotes
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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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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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Artists invent things as a way of telling the truth.
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In that, being famous was no different from being gay, or Jewish, or from a visible minority: you are who you are, and then people project onto you some notion they have.
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Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field-but they’re all we have.
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I have a story that will make you believe in God.
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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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Much hostile and aggressive behaviour among animals is the expression of social insecurity.
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For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out.
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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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My gratitude to him is as boundless as the Pacific ocean.
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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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My feelings can perhaps be imagined, but they can hardly be described.
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I explore it now in the only place left for it, my memory.
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I was not wounded in any part of my body, but I had never experienced such intense pain, such a ripping of the nerves, such an ache of the heart.
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