We keep wanting to save those who are forlorn in this world. It’s a male habit. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
When you're writing, it's as if you're within a kind of closed world. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
He was a man who wrote, who interpreted the world. Wisdom grew out of being handed just the smallest sliver of emotion.… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
This was the time in her life that she fell upon books as the only door out of her cell. They became… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
What he would say, he cannot say to this woman whose openness is like a wound, whose youth is not mortal yet.… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
Tell me, is it possible to love someone who is not as smart as you are? ...But isn't it important for you… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
Her father had taught her about hands. About a dog's paws. Whenever her father was alone with a dog in a house… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
Why are you not smarter? It's only the rich who can't afford to be smart. They're compromised. They got locked years ago… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“In spite of this, our table's status on the Oronsay continued to be minimal, while those at the Captain's Table were constantly toasting to… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share
He will hear the rain before he feels it, a clicking on the dry grass, on the olive leaves. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share
“Whenever her father was alone with a dog in a house he would lean over and smell the skin at the base of its… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share
“...those who had risked everything at a riverbend on a left turn and so discovered a fortune.” — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share
“All over the world there must be people like us, Anna had said then, wounded in some way by falling in love - seemingly… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share
Her father had taught her about hands. About a dog's paws. Whenever her father was alone with a dog in a house he would… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share
What is interesting and important happens mostly in secret, in places where there is no power. Nothing much of lasting value ever happens at… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share
From this point on, she whispered, we will either find or lose our souls. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share
“You know it is the most relaxed thing when you when you sit with a best friend and you know there is nothing you… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share
“There was no control except the " mood of his power... and it is for this reason it is good you never heard him… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share
You're getting everyone's point of view at the same time, which for me, is the perfect state for a novel: a cubist state, the… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share
“The Time Around Scars: A girl whom I've not spoken to or shared coffee with for several years writes of an old scar. On… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share
