But we were interested in how our lives could mean something to the past. We sailed into the past.
Michael OndaatjeWhat night gave Rafael was a formlessness in which everything had a purpose. As if darkness had a hidden musical language.
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