Quotes About Yann Martel

Every book I've written has been a different attempt to understand something, and the success or failure of the previous one is irrelevant. I write the book I want.

I love Canada. It's a wonderful political act of faith that exists atop a breathtakingly beautiful land.

Mockery be damned, my urine looked delicious.

I love Canada...It is a great country much too cold for good sense, inhabited by compassionate, intelligent people with bad hairdos.

I love Canada...It is a great country much too cold for good sense, inhabited by compassionate, intelligent people with bad hairdos.

I blinked deliberately, expecting my eyelids to act like lumberjacks. But the trees would not fall.

Loneliness comes up to him like a sniffing dog. It circles him insistently. He waves it away, but it refuses to leave him alone.

It was a placid explosion of orange and red, a great chromatic symphony, a colour canvas of supernatural proportions, truly a splendid Pacific sunset, quite wasted on me.

Two blind people in two separate lifeboats meeting up in the Pacific–the coincidence seems a little far-fetched, no?

he found it where he should have looked first, on the Internet, which is a net indeed, one that can be cast further than the eye can see and be retrieved no matter how heavy the hall, its magical mesh never breaking under the strain but always bringing in the most amazing catch.

It fell into my cup with a clink, and no doubt I will be considered to have abandoned the last vestiges of humanness by those who do not understand the degree of my suffering when I say that it sounded to my ears like the music of a five-rupee coin dropped into a beggar's cup. A

My gratitude to him is as boundless as the Pacific Ocean and I hope that my telling of his tale does not disappoint him.

My developing sense was that the foundation of a story is an emotional foundation. If a story does not work emotionally, it does not work at all.

It was my first clue that atheists are my brothers and sisters of a different faith, and every word they speak speaks of faith. Like

The sky was black and spitting rain on my smiling face.