I wept like a child. It was not because I was overcome at having survived my ordeal, though I was. Nor was it the presence of my brothers and sisters, though that too was very moving. I was weeping because ....fill in the blank with whatever/whoever helped you survive... had left me so unceremoniously.
Yann MartelIndia is a place where all stories are possible. You forget that the imagination can take hold of anything and contemplate it and love it and describe it.
Yann MartelMy ears were full. Nothing more, not one more sound, could push into them and be registered.
Yann MartelHow 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 Martel