He 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 OndaatjePolitically I don't believe anymore that we can only have one voice to a story, it's like having one radio station to represent a country.
Michael OndaatjeI have to teach myself not to read too much into everything. It comes from too long having to read into hardly anything at all.
Michael OndaatjeGitha Hariharan's fiction is wonderful-full of subtleties and humor and tenderness.
Michael OndaatjeSome people you just had to embrace, in some way or another, had to bite into the muscle, to remain sane in their company. You needed to grab their hair and clutch it like a drowner so they would pull you into their midst. Otherwise they, walking casually down the street towards you, almost about to wave, would leap over a wall and be gone for months.
Michael Ondaatje