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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.

Yann Martel

He’s a shy man. Life has taught him not to show off what is most precious to him.
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Men Shy Taught
Life on a lifeboat isn’t much of a life. It is like an end game in chess, a game with few pieces. The elements couldn’t be more simple, nor the stakes higher.
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Element Games Simple
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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Brother Children Moving Presence
Artists invent things as a way of telling the truth.
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Artist Telling Truth Way
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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Blue Castaway Moon Night
We commonly say in the trade that the most dangerous animal in a zoo is Man.
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Animals Men Zoos
Christianity is a religion in a rush.
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Christianity Religion Rush
If you write genre fiction, you follow the rules, and you have to follow them because readers expect that.
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Fiction Genre Writing
Fiction and nonfiction are not so easily divided. Fiction may not be real, but it’s true; it goes beyond the garland of facts to get to emotional and psychological truths.
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Emotional Fiction Real
In a healthy individual, a broken bone that has healed properly is strongest where it was once broken. You have not lost any life, Henry told himself. You will still get your fair share of years. Yet the quality of his life changed.
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Broken Properly Taken Years
The language of prose is very different than the language of cinema, so the movie has to successfully translate what was in the book.
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Book Cinema Different
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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Deathbed Light Self White
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
My gratitude to him is as boundless as the Pacific ocean.
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Grateful Gratitude Ocean
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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Faults Kind Tree
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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Art Book Inspired

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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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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