In art, something comes of nothing. Out of the thin air and the ether, you create a story. And that is intensely satisfying.
YANN MARTELPeople always seek to compare. They can take the new, but only if it is somehow connected to the familiar.
More Yann Martel Quotes
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Everything was screaming: the sea, the wind, my heart.
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One moment you are feeling calm, self-possessed, happy. Then fear, disguised in the garb of mild-mannered doubt, slips into your mind like a spy.
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My gratitude to him is as boundless as the Pacific ocean.
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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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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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My suffering left me sad and gloomy.
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It’s amazing how willpower can build walls.
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I was giving up. I would have given up – if a voice hadn’t made itself heard in my heart. The voice said “I will not die. I refuse it. I will make it through this nightmare.
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Quickly you make rash decisions. You dismiss your last allies: hope and trust. There, you’ve defeated yourself. Fear, which is but an impression, has triumphed over you.
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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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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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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 idea of a flip book still really appeals to me. That idea of fiction and non-fiction.
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The 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.
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Life is a peephole, a single tiny entry onto a vastness–how can I not dwell on this brief, cramped view of things? This peephole is all I’ve got!
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