Yann Martel


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

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On occasion we say to ourselves, panting, ?Gosh, life is racing by.? But that?s not it at all, it?s the contrary: life is still. It is we who are racing by.

Progress is unstoppable. It is a drumbeat to which we must all march. Technology helps and good ideas spread - these are two laws of nature. If you don't let technology help you, if you resist good ideas, you condemn yourself to dinosaurhood!

seem to bear flowers or

That sounds non-veg.

The lower you are, the higher your mind will want to soar. It was natural that, bereft and desperate as I was, in the throes of unremitting suffering. I should turn to God

The reward for the watching eye and the listening ear is great. I spent more hours than I can count a quiet witness to the highly mannered, manifold expressions of life that grace our planet. It is something so bright, loud, weird and delicate as to stupefy the senses.

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.

This book was born as I was hungry. Let me explain.

To lose your father is to lose the one whose guidance and help you seek, who supports you like a tree trunk supports its branches.

Jesus, Mary, Muhammad and Vishnu, how good to see you Richard Parker!

Many people seem to lose God along life?s way.

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. I mock this skull.

Onanists breaking a sweat on monkeys, ponies, birds;

Quickly you make rash decisions. You dismiss your last allies: hope and trust. There, you've defeated yourself. Fear, which is but an impression, has triumphed over you.

Slice a pear and you will find that its flesh is incandescent white. It glows with inner light. Those who carry a knife and a pear are never afraid of the dark.

That's the nature of grief: It's a creature with many arms but few legs, and it staggers about, searching for support.

The main battlefield for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart. Meanwhile, the lot of widows and homeless children is very hard, and it is to their defense, not God's, that the self-righteous should rush.

The sad fact is there are no natural deaths, despite what doctors say. Every death is felt by someone as a murder, the unjust taking of a loved being. And even the luckiest of us will encounter at least one murder in our own lives: our own. It is our fate. We all live a murder mystery of which we are the victim.

There are animals we haven't stopped by. Don't think they're harmless. Life will defend itself no matter how small it is.

This Son is a god who walked, a pedestrian god?and in a hot place, at that?with a stride like any human stride, the sandal reaching just above the rocks along the way; and when He splurged on transportation, it was a regular donkey. This Son is a god who died in three hours, with moans, gasps and laments. What kind of a god is that? What is there to inspire in this Son? Love, said Father Martin.

To me, religion is about our dignity, not our depravity.

Just as music is noise that makes sense, a painting is color that makes sense, so a story is life that makes sense.

Memory is a glue: it attaches you to everything, even to what you don?t like.

My suffering left me sad and gloomy.

Once you?ve been struck by violence, you acquire companions that never leave you entirely: Suspicion, Fear, Anxiety, Despair, Joylessness.

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