Yann Martel: Life of Pi |
Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.
Chapter 1, Page 7
To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.
Chapter 7
If we, citizens, do not support our artists, then we sacrifice our imagination on the altar of crude reality and we end up believing in nothing and having worthless dreams.
Page XI (Author`s note)
It is true that those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same afterwards, even unto our names.
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