Yann Martel

Yann
Martel
1963

Spanish-born Canadian Author of Novel "Life of Pi"

Author Quotes

We commonly say in the trade that the most dangerous animal in a zoo is Man.

When animals fight, it is with the intent to kill and with the understanding that they may be killed.

Without a driver this bus is lost. Our lives are over. Come aboard if your destination is oblivion - it should be our next stop. We can sit together. You can have the window seat, if you want. But it's a sad view.

Zoo on the same absurd idea I have heard much about God and religion. Lots of well-wishing, but uninformed people believe that wild animals in the world are happy to live, because freedom is present. Will say this in front of a tall and burly body, handsome predators, say, a lion or leopard (or gnu because, hey, what is acceptable ?!). Imagine what kind of pounding and roaring of being moved in Savannah is a great beast - is trying to digest the victim, which is to obey whatever; Or imagine prey stubborn, energetic race - as he shaped to keep trying a lot after meals.

We fight and fight and fight. We fight no matter the cost of battle, the losses we take, the improbability of success. We fight to the very end. It's not a question of courage. It's something constitutional, an inability to let go. It may BE Nothing more Than Life-the stupidity of hungry.

When I corrected her, I told her that in fact she was not so wrong; that Hindus, in their capacity for love, are indeed hairless Christians, just as Muslims, in the way they see God in everything, are bearded Hindus, and Christians, in their devotion to God, are hat-wearing Muslims.

Without madness would no species can survive.

We fight no matter the cost of battle, the losses we take, the improbability of success. We fight to the very end. It is not the question of courage. It is something constitutional, an ability to let go. It maybe nothing more than life-hungry stupidity.

When the course of experience made me see that there is no savior and no special grace, no remission beyond the human, that pain is to be endured and fades, if it fades, only with time, then God became nothing to me but a dyslexic dog, with neither bark nor bite.

Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field-but they're all we have.

We must do the same with death in our lives: resolve it, give it meaning, put it into context, however hard that might be.

When we have much pain in his life, every new pain will just heavy but also meant nothing.

Yes! Practice-singular!' the wise men screamed in unison. Three index fingers, like punctuation marks, jumped to attention in the air to emphasize their point (Life of Pi 68).

We were, literally and figuratively, in the same boat.

When you have suffered a lot in life, each extra pain may be so insignificant and unsustainable

You bring joy and pain in equal measure- come aboard if your destination is oblivion. It should be our next stop. We can sit together. You can have the window seat, if you want. But it's a sad view.

We?re all busy. Meditating monks in their cells are busy. That?s adult life, filled to the ceiling with things that need doing. (It seems only children and the elderly aren?t plagued by lack of time?and notice how they enjoy their books, how their lives fill their eyes.) But every person has a space next to where they sleep, whether a patch of pavement or a fine bedside table. In that space, at night, a book can glow. And in those moments of docile wakefulness, when we begin to let go of the day, then is the perfect time to pick up a book and be someone else, somewhere else, for a few minutes, a few pages, before we fall asleep.

When your own life is threatened, your sense of empathy is blunted by a terrible, selfish hunger for survival.

You bring joy and pain in equal measure. Joy because you are with me, but pain because it won.t be for long.

What a shock when a person's heart has to be something done with that! Who loses a brother who loses someone with whom he could grow old together, someone to give him a sister, nieces and nephews, people populate the tree of life and give it new branches are. The father losing is losing, which gives the direction of the life, those to which you go when you're in distress, which carries a and receives, as a strain carries the branches of a tree. And when you lose the mother, that's when you lose the sun in the sky.

When you've suffered a great deal in life, each additional pain is both unbearable and trifling.

You can get used to anything - haven't I already said that? Isn't that what all survivors say?

What a terrible disease that must be if it could kill God in a man.

When you've suffered a lot in life, each additional pain is as tolerable as insignificant.

You have to make changes if you want to be a survivor. Many become a consumer, you get your happiness where they can. Up to the point they were at the bottom of Hell, and with it Tjlh Mtkacva and smile above your face, feeling that you are more fortunate people on the face of the simple. Why? Because there is a thick small dead at your feet.

First Name
Yann
Last Name
Martel
Birth Date
1963
Bio

Spanish-born Canadian Author of Novel "Life of Pi"