Yann Martel


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

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It is pointless to say that this or that night was the worst of my life. I have so many bad nights to choose from that I've made none the champion.

It's hard to put into words things. Because of fear, the real fear is that it shakes what you feel when you have to stand face to face mortal, it burrows into the remembered as the float: trying everything, even the words with which to talk about it. That is why we must fight to express. We have to fight hard to highlight the words of light. Because if you are not fighting, when the fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, which might even forget it fails, exposing ourselves to the fear of further attacks because they never really we got to face an opponent that defeated us.

A plain is what a mountain aims to be: the closest you can come to being in outer space while yet having your feet on this planet.

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. However much things may appear to change?the sea may shift from whisper to rage, the sky might go from fresh blue to blinding white to darkest black?the geometry never changes. Your gaze is always a radius. The circumference is ever great. In fact, the circles multiply. To be a castaway is to be caught in a harrowing ballet of circles.

Art is rooted in joy.

But I don't insist. I don't mean to defend zoos. Close them all down if you want (and let us hope that what wildlife remains can survive in what is left of the natural world). I know zoos are no longer in people's good graces. Religion faces the same problem. Certain illusions about freedom plague them both.

Despair was a heavy blackness that let no light in or out. It was a hell beyond expression.

Fear... is life's only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life...you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don't, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you.

He seems to be attracting religions the way a dog attracts fleas.

I almost knocked out of my skin shuddering, and this happens with all of us, while causing the sun and shadows, eyes full of stains and light, and the mind is busy with something else, Anhs the presence of someone close to us

I couldn't get Him out of my head. Still can't. I spent three solid days thinking about Him. The more He bothered me, the less I coul forget Him. And the more I learned about Him, the less I wanted to leave Him.

I have a fierce will to live. Others fight a little, then lose hope. Still others - and I am one of those - never give up. 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.

I quite deliberately dressed wild animals in tame costumes of my imagination.

I was more afraid that in a few words thrown out he might destroy something that I loved. What if his words had the effect of polio on me? What a terrible disease that must be if it could kill God in a man.

If there is a change, it is usually for the lesser rather than the greater; many people seem to lose God along life's way.

I'm afraid the popularity of the domestic cat would drop very quickly if little kitty could roar its displeasure.

It is simple and brutal: a person can get used to anything, even to killing.

It's important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let go. Otherwise you are left with words you should have said but never did, and your heart is heavy with remorse.

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