Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.
YANN MARTELI 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.
More Yann Martel Quotes
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We always see the Holocaust in terms of black-and-white images, barking Germans, cowering Jews.
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We commonly say in the trade that the most dangerous animal in a zoo is Man.
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People always seek to compare. They can take the new, but only if it is somehow connected to the familiar.
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Artists invent things as a way of telling the truth.
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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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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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You can get used to anything – haven’t I already said that? Isn’t that what all survivors say?
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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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It’s amazing how willpower can build walls.
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I find that movies tend to fix the aesthetics of a story in people’s minds.
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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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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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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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War subjects itself to transportation in a way that we find acceptable.
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I wept like a child. It was not because I was overcome at having survived my ordeal, though I was. Nor was it the presence of my brothers and sisters, though that too was very moving.
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