Quotes by Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal

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They never look very big on the table, the bodies. It's built to accommodate the largest frames, there's that. And they' — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
They never look very big on the table, the bodies. It's built to accommodate the largest frames, there's that. And they' — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
They never look very big on the table, the bodies. It's built to accommodate the largest frames, there's that. And they' — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
To her, writing is making stock and reading is sipping broth, but only the spoken word is the full roasted chicken. — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
To her, writing is making stock and reading is sipping broth, but only the spoken word is the full roasted chicken. — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
To her, writing is making stock and reading is sipping broth, but only the spoken word is the full roasted chicken. — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
We are random animals. That is who we are, and we have only ourselves, nothing more--there is no greater relationship. — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
We are random animals. That is who we are, and we have only ourselves, nothing more--there is no greater relationship. — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
We are random animals. That is who we are, and we have only ourselves, nothing more--there is no greater relationship. — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
What his uncle does not understand is that in walking backwards, his back to the world, his back to God, he is not griev — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
What his uncle does not understand is that in walking backwards, his back to the world, his back to God, he is not griev — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
What his uncle does not understand is that in walking backwards, his back to the world, his back to God, he is not griev — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
Grief is a disease. We were riddled with its pockmarks, tormented by its fevers, broken by its blows. It ate at us like — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
Grief is a disease. We were riddled with its pockmarks, tormented by its fevers, broken by its blows. It ate at us like — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
Grief is a disease. We were riddled with its pockmarks, tormented by its fevers, broken by its blows. It ate at us like — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
Ageing is not easy, Sennhora Castro. It's a terrible, incurable pathology. And great love is another pathology. It start — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
Ageing is not easy, Sennhora Castro. It's a terrible, incurable pathology. And great love is another pathology. It start — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
Ageing is not easy, Sennhora Castro. It's a terrible, incurable pathology. And great love is another pathology. It start — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
The holy word is story, and story is the holy word. — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
The holy word is story, and story is the holy word. — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
The holy word is story, and story is the holy word. — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
There are many ways in which life's little candle can be snuffed out. A cold wind pursues us all. — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
There are many ways in which life's little candle can be snuffed out. A cold wind pursues us all. — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
There are many ways in which life's little candle can be snuffed out. A cold wind pursues us all. — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
Under the pathologist's microscope, life and death fight in an illuminated circle in a sort of cellular bullfight. The p — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
Under the pathologist's microscope, life and death fight in an illuminated circle in a sort of cellular bullfight. The p — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal
Under the pathologist's microscope, life and death fight in an illuminated circle in a sort of cellular bullfight. The p — Yann Martel, The High Mountains of Portugal