The desert could not be claimed or owned — it was a piece of cloth carried by winds, never held down by… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
Moments before sleep are when she feels most alive, leaping across fragments of the day, bringing each moment into the bed with… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“Commissioner Harris at the far end stared along the mad pathway. This was his first child and it had already become a… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
When I read biographies, I skip the first thirty pages about the childhood because it doesn't seem interesting to me. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
For we live with those retrievals from childhood that coalesce and echo throughout our lives, the way shattered pieces of glass in… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
People don't write about kids; you have to give them a lot of freedom, and that causes anarchy and that causes farce. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
For the first forty days a child is given dreams of previous lives. Journeys, winding paths, a hundred small lessons and then… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“we live with those retrievals from childhood that coalesce and echo throughout our lives” — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“If I were a cinnamon peeler I would ride your bed and leave the yellow bark dust on your pillow. Your breasts… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
Kirpal's left hand swoops down and catches the dropped fork an inch from the floor and gently passes it into the fingers… — 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
