And in between the two, in between the sky and the sea, were all the winds. And there were all the nights and all the moons. To be a castaway is to be a point perpetually at the centre of a circle.
YANN MARTELscience can only take you so far and then you have to leap
More Yann Martel Quotes
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For fear, real fear such as shakes you to your foundation, such as you feel when you are brought face to face with your mortal end, nestles in your memory like a gangrene: it seeks to rot everything, even the words with which to speak of it.
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Everything was screaming: the sea, the wind, my heart.
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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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For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out.
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Just as art brings you to another place, so does religion – and to ask questions of factuality tends to reduce both. If you say you were inspired by a novel, that implies that your book is a work of fiction.
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There are always those who take it upon themselves to defend God… These people fail to realize that it is on the inside that God must be defended, not on the outside.
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I have a story that will make you believe in God.
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I would like to add a third, to wit, the rapid and direct approch of a known killer
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I ask you, is it the fig tree’s fault that it’s not the season for figs? What kind of thing is that to do to an innocent tree, wither it instantly?
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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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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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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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War subjects itself to transportation in a way that we find acceptable.
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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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That’s what fiction is about, isn’t it, the selective transforming of reality? The twisting of it to bring out its essence?
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