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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 Martel

I find that movies tend to fix the aesthetics of a story in people’s minds.
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Mind People Stories
Afterwards, when it’s all over, you meet God. What do you say to God?
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Afrerwards God Over
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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Tiny Vastness Views
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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Essence Fiction Reality
I have a story that will make you believe in God.
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Believe God Stories
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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Earth Expression Grace
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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Heart Light Shining
We are all born like Catholics, aren’t we—in limbo, without religion, until some figure introduces us to God?
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Born Catholic Introducing
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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Joy Long Measure Pain
It’s amazing how willpower can build walls.
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Amazing Wall Willpower
If you took the city of Tokyo and turned it upside down and shook it you would be amazed at the animals that fall out: badgers, wolves, boa constrictors, crocodiles, ostriches, baboons, capybaras, wild boars, leopards, manatees, ruminants, in untold numbers.
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Animal City Crocodile Fall Ostriches
I am reminded of a story of Lord Krishna when he was a cowherd. Every night he invites the milkmaids to dance with him in the forest. They come and they dance. The night is dark, the fire in their midst roars and crackles, the beat of the music gets ever faster.
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Crackle Faster Forest Girl Jealous Music Sweet
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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Entirely Leave Natural Once Pleasing
As much as I love movies, it would be presumptuous of me to think that I know how to make one.
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Movie Love Thinking
Art is a gift: you create and then you give away. How readers receive that gift is their business. If they hate it, that’s their response to it. Others respond by liking it. Either way, that is their interaction with the book, which is no longer mine.
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Art Book Hate InterAction
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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Happy Mannered Mind Possessed Spy

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.

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