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Yann Martel

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
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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Brother Mother Sorry
Life will defend itself no matter how small it is.
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Defend Matter Small
I had to stop hoping so much that a ship would rescue me. I should not count on outside help. Survival had to start with me.
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Dream Hands Mistake
Their faces go red, their chests heave mightily, they sputter angry words. The degree of their indignation is astonishing. Their resolve is frightening.
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Astonishing Frightening Indignation
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
Fiction and nonfiction are not so easily divided. Fiction may not be real, but it’s true; it goes beyond the garland of facts to get to emotional and psychological truths.
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Emotional Fiction Real
The reason death sticks so closely to life isn’t biological necessity – it’s envy.
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Envy Reason Sticks
Life on a lifeboat isn’t much of a life.
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Life Lifeboat
It’s hard to visualize James Bond without seeing one of the actors who played him. And it’s hard to visualize Harry Potter without seeing Daniel Radcliffe. A movie is so visually powerful, so overwhelming, that it tends to crowd out how you might have imagined things.
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Actors Potters Powerful
Christianity is a religion in a rush. Look at the world created in seven says. Even on a symbolic lovel, that’s creation in frenzy.
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Christianity Looks World
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
Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.
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Beautiful Jealous Life
Mockery be damned, my urine looked delicious.
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Delicious Mockery.Urine
War subjects itself to transportation in a way that we find acceptable.
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Transportation War Way
If you stumble about believability, what are you living for? Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist. God is hard to believe, ask any believer. What is your problem with hard to believe?
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Believe Life Love

I explore it now in the only place left for it, my memory.

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