science can only take you so far and then you have to leap
YANN MARTELThe 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.
More Yann Martel Quotes
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Hindus, in their capacity for love, are indeed hairless Christians, just as Muslims, in the way they see God in everything, are bearded Hindus, and Christians, in their devotion to God, are hat wearing Muslims.
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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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If you write genre fiction, you follow the rules, and you have to follow them because readers expect that.
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My suffering left me sad and gloomy.
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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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We were, literally and figuratively, in the same boat.
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I spent more hours than I can count a quiet witness to the highly mannered, manifold expressions of life that grace our planet. It is something so bright, loud, weird and delicate as to stupefy the senses.
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When you’ve suffered a great deal in life, each additional pain is both unbearable and trifling.
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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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The reason death sticks so closely to life isn’t biological necessity – it’s envy.
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A zoo is not an ideal place for an animal – of course the best place for a chimp is the wilds of Tanzania – but a good zoo is a decent, acceptable place.
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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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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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Once you’ve been struck by violence, you acquire companions that never leave you entirely: Suspicion, Fear, Anxiety, Despair, Joylessness. The natural smile is taken from you and the natural pleasures you once enjoyed lose their appeal.
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War subjects itself to transportation in a way that we find acceptable.
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