How does one say in the jargon of musicology that my sould was pulled out of me and thrown up in the air, to be tossed about by the music. How does one say that I breathed, that I existed, in harmony with the ups and downs of those notes. What kind of notes both elevate and cast down, exalt and crush?
Yann MartelMusic is a bird's answer to the noise and heaviness of words. It puts the mind in a state of exhilarated speechlessness.
Yann MartelOncoming death is terrible enough, but worse still is oncoming death with time to spare, time in which all the happiness that was yours and all the happiness that might have been yours becomes clear to you. You see with utter lucidity all that you are losing.
Yann MartelI had to stop hoping so much that a ship would rescue me. I should not count on outside help. Survival had to start with me. In my experience, a castawayโs worst mistake is to hope too much and to do too little. Survival starts by paying attention to what is close at hand and immediate. To look out with idle hope is tantamount to dreaming oneโs life away.
Yann Martel