From this point on, she whispered, we will either find or lose our souls. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“What had our relationship been? A betrayal of those around us, or the desire of another life?” — 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
There is a story, always ahead of you. Barely existing. Only gradually do you attach yourself to it and feed it. You… — 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
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
“My darling, I'm waiting for you — how long is a day in the dark, or a week? The fire is gone… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“In a breaker's yard you discover anything can have a new life, be reborn as part of a car or railway carriage,… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“As I prepare to leave she walks with me, half deaf and blind, under several ladders in her living room that balance… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
Everything is biographical, Lucian Freud says. What we make, why it is made, how we draw a dog, who it is we… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
So we came to understand that small and important thing, that our lives could be large with interesting strangers who would pass… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“I was fourteen then. He was eighteen. Everything is biographical, Lucien Freud says. What we make, why it is made, how we… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“I was a man fifteen years older than she, you understand. I had reached that stage in life where I identified with… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“If a man's life could be capitalized as X, the risk at Y, and the estimated damage from explosion at V, then… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“I was a man fifteen years older than she, you understand. I had reached that stage in life where I identified with… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
If you look at Japanese film, it is made up of collage or bricolage, it is made up of lists, and suddenly… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“And he loved my mother. I saw him on the last days of his life lift that oil-scented right hand and enter… — 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
“In spite of her desire for a contained universe, her life felt scattered, full of many small moments, without great purpose. That… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“Quite early on I had discovered the overlooked space open to those of us with a silent life. I didn’t argue with… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“But nothing is said of the closeness between two people: how they grew in the shade of each other's presence. No one… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“All his life he has avoided permanent intimacy. Till this war he has been a better lover than husband. He has been… — 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
“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
