Yann Martel, The High Mountains Of Portugal Quotes
To her, writing is making stock and reading is sipping broth, but only the spoken word is the full roasted chicken.
We are random animals. That is who we are, and we have only ourselves, nothing more--there is no greater relationship.
There are many ways in which life's little candle can be snuffed out. A cold wind pursues us all.
Under the pathologist's microscope, life and death fight in an illuminated circle in a sort of cellular bullfight. The pathologist's job is to find the bull among the matador cells