Yann Martel

Yann
Martel
1963

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

Author Quotes

If we, the citizens, do not provide support to artists us, it means we have to sacrifice our imagination on altas reality is cruel, and in the end we finished not believe in anything, and our dreams are no longer meaningful.

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. 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.

It seems to be a law of human nature that those who live by the sea are suspicious of swimmers, just as those who live in the mountains are suspicious of mountain climbers.

a wandering corpse, a bundle of mindless functions,

And that's nothing. There are always those who undertake to defend God, as if the Ultimate Reality, existence maintenance framework have been weak and helpless. These people go out with a leprosy distorted woman who begs for a few pennies, they go in rags, in addition to street living children, and they think. Well, that's how it is, But if you noticed something against God's little injury was the quite another matter. Redness of the cheeks, chest gasp, sputter angry words. Amazing degree of outrage. Their dedication is awesome. These people do not realize that God should be protected from the inside, not the outside. They should direct their anger to themselves. Because the evil manifests the inner evil, who was released. The main battlefield for good is not in the public arena area, but every small clearing of the heart. Meanwhile, the fate of widows and homeless children are very heavy, so the rather hypocritical to be so eager to protect them rather than God.

As for fame, fame felt like nothing. Fame was not a sensation like love or hunger or loneliness, welling from within and invisible to the outside eye. It was rather entirely external, coming from the minds of others. It existed in the way people looked at him or behaved towards him. In that, being famous was no different from being gay, or Jewish, or from a visible minority: you are who you are, and then people project onto you some notion they have.

But language founders in such seas. Better to picture it in your head if you want to feel it.

Don't you bully me with your politeness! Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist. God is hard to believe, ask any believer. What is your problem with hard to believe?

For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out. The main battlefield for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart.

He's a shy man. Life has taught him not to show off what is most precious to him.

I am magical: I can bleed for five days and not die.

I don?t believe in religion. Religion is darkness.

I have survived so far, miraculously. Now I have to turn miracle into routine.

I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.

I wept heartily over this poor little deceased soul. It was the first sentient being I had ever killed. I was now a killer. I was now as guilty as Cain. I was sixteen years old, a harmless boy, bookish and religious, and now I had blood on my hands. It's a terrible burden to carry. All sentient life is sacred.

If you are pitched into misery, remember that your days on this earth are counted and you might as well make the best of those you have left.

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.

It turned out differently than we thought, but what have you cannot do? You have to take life as it comes, and see that you make the best of it.

First Name
Yann
Last Name
Martel
Birth Date
1963
Bio

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