…Even the idea of a city never entered his mind. It was as if he had walked under the millimeter of haze… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
And it would be a spare life he would be certain to lead as a schoolteacher in some urban location. But he… — 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
Her life with others no longer interests him. He wants only her stalking beauty, her theatre of expressions. He wants the minute… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
... the desert, where there is the communal book of moonlight. We were among the rumour of wells. In the palace of winds. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
It's a discovery of a story when I write a book, a case of inching ahead on each page and discovering what's… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
Politically I also don't believe anymore that we can only have one voice to a story, it's like having one radio station… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
One of the things that happens in novels it's almost like a continual debate with yourself. That's why you're writing the book.… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
So the books for the Englishman, as he listened intently or not, had gaps of plot like sections of a road washed… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
I believe in such cartography – to be marked by nature, not just label ourselves on a map like the names of… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
You must talk to me, Caravaggio. Or am I just a book? Something to be read, some creature to be tempted out… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
In the book the relationship with Katharine and Almasy is sort of only in the patient's mind. — 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 Image
He will hear the rain before he feels it, a clicking on the dry grass, on the olive leaves. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“...those who had risked everything at a riverbend on a left turn and so discovered a fortune.” — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
From this point on, she whispered, we will either find or lose our souls. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
