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
Her hand touched me at the wrist. "If I gave you my life, you would drop it. Wouldn't you?" I didn't say… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
A man in a desert can hold absence in his cupped hands, knowing it is something that feeds him more than water. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
A man in a desert can hold absence in his cupped hands knowing it is something more than water. There is a… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
You can see that the care he took defiling the beauty he had forced in them was as precise and clean as… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
Some people you just had to embrace, in some way or another, had to bite into the muscle, to remain sane in… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
In the desert the most loved waters, like a lover's name, are carried blue in your hands, enter your throat. One swallows… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
Water is the exile, carried back in cans and flasks, the ghost between your hands and your mouth. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
She lights a match in the dark hall and moves it onto the wick of the candle. Light lifts itself onto her… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
I think precision in writing goes hand in hand with not trying to say everything. You try and say two-thirds, so the… — 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
