I don't have a plan for a story when I sit down to write. I would get quite bored carrying it out.
Michael OndaatjeHe walked out of the hospital into the sun, into open air for the first time in months, out of the green-lit rooms that lay like glass in his mind. He stood there breathing everything in, the hurry of everyone. First, he thought, I need shoes with rubber on the bottom. I need gelato.
Michael OndaatjeShe is a woman of honour and smartness whose wild leaves out luck, always taking risks, and there is something in her brow now, that only she can recognize in a mirror. Ideal and idealistic in that shiny dark hair! People fall in love with her. She is a woman I donโt know well enough to hold in my wing, if writers have wings, to harbour for the rest of my life.
Michael Ondaatje