Water is the exile, carried back in cans and flasks, the ghost between your hands and your mouth.
Michael OndaatjeThere is a story, always ahead of you. Barely existing. Only gradually do you attach yourself to it and feed it. You discover the carapace that will contain and test your character. You will find in this way the path of your life.
Michael OndaatjeWhat night gave Rafael was a formlessness in which everything had a purpose. As if darkness had a hidden musical language.
Michael OndaatjeWhen we are young we do not look into mirrors. It is when we are old, concerned with our name, our legend, what our lives will mean to the future. We become vain with the names we own, our claims to have been the first eyes, the strongest army, the cleverest merchant. It is when he is old that Narcissus wants a graven image of himself.
Michael Ondaatje