Life is a peephole, a single tiny entry onto a vastness--how can I not dwell on this brief, cramped view of things? This peephole is all I've got!
Yann MartelIn my youth, it was my good luck to have a few good teachers, men and women, who came into my head and lit a match.
Yann MartelI suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.
Yann Martel