Despair was a heavy blackness that let no light in or out. It was a hell beyond expression. I thank God it always passed.
YANN MARTELAs much as I love movies, it would be presumptuous of me to think that I know how to make one.
More Yann Martel Quotes
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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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Any writer will be happy and good only if they know what they’re doing and why they’re doing it.
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Just do it. Get it down on the page. Work hard. And then let go. Ask yourself why you want to write. You have to be clear about that.
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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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Zoo is an artificial territory, an approximation. Civilization is our natural territory.
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The worst pair of opposites is boredom and terror. Sometimes your life is a pendulum swing from one to the other.
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First wonder goes deepest; wonder after that fits in the impression made by the first.
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My life is like a memento mori painting from European art: there is always a grinning skull at my side to remind me of the folly of human ambition.
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I explore it now in the only place left for it, my memory.
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I can well imagine an athiest’s last words: “White, white! L-L-Love! My God!” – and the deathbed leap of faith.
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It is true that those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same afterwards, even unto our names.
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I cannot think of a better way to spread the faith. No thundering from a pulpit, no condemnation from bad churches, no peer pressure, just a book of scripture quietly waiting to say hello, as gentle and powerful as a little girl’s kiss on your cheek.
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War subjects itself to transportation in a way that we find acceptable.
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There is no doubt in my mind that that feral giraffes and feral hippos have been living in Tokyo for generations without seeing a soul.
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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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