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Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field-but they're all we have.

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Yann Martel
Age: 61
Born: 1963
Born: June 25
Author
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Field
Dancing
Fields
Cold
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Understand
Sprites
Trying
Toads
Muddy

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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!
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Don’t worry about being good…. Aspire to be authentic.
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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.
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Even when God seemed to have abandoned me, he was watching. Even when he seemed indifferent to my suffering, he was watching. And when I was beyond all hope of saving, he gave me rest. Then he gave me a sign to continue my journey.
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Life and death live and die in exactly the same spot, the body. It is from there that both babies and cancers are born.
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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?
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Books lined the shelves of bookstores like kids standing in a row to play baseball or soccer, and mine was the gangly, unathletic kid that no one wanted on their team.
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Slice a pear and you will find that its flesh is incandescent white. It glows with inner light. Those who carry a knife and a pear are never afraid of the dark.
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Christianity stretches back through the ages, but in essence it exists only at one time: right now.
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Everything was screaming: the sea, the wind, my heart.
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Why make dirty what is beautiful, spoil what is perfect? Love.
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Time is an illusion that makes us all pant.
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