“Her body had been in a war and, as in love, it had used every part of itself.” — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
There's always been anger in the making of music or literature or dance. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
I am not in love with him, I am in love with ghosts. So is he, he's in love with ghosts. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
What began it all was the bright bone of a dream I could hardly hold onto. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
I see myself as someone who's been saved by writing. God knows what I would have been, become or how I would… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“He refused to believe in his own weaknesses, and with her he had not found a weakness to fit himself against.” — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“He wants the minute and secret reflection between them, the depth of field minimal, their foreignness intimate like two pages of a… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
Meanwhile with the help of an anecdote I fell in love. Words caravaggio. They have a power. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“I went mad before he did, you killed everything in me. Kiss me,will you. Stop defending yourself.” — 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… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
I want to die on your chest but not yet she wrote sometime in the 13th century of our love — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“Don’t we forgive everything of a lover? We forgive selfishness, desire, guile. As long as we are the motive for it.” — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
A love story is not about those who lost their heart but about those who find that sullen inhabitant who, when it… — 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
“She loves most the wet colours of his neck when he bathes. And his chest with with its sweat which her fingers… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
I believe this. When we meet those we fall in love with, there is an aspect of our spirit that is historian,… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
She had grown older. And he loved her more now than he had loved her when he understood her better, when she… — 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
Could you fall in love with her if she wasn't smarter than you? I mean, she may not be smarter than you.… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
Women want everything of a lover. And too often I would sink below the surface. So armies disappear under sand. And there… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“July 1936 There are betrayals in war that are childlike compared with our human betrayals during peace. The new lover enters the… — 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
“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
“Soldiers were coming in with just bits of their bodies, falling in love with me for an hour and then dying.” — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“But isn’t it important for you to think she is smarter than you in order to fall in love?” — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“-I think you are inhuman. If I leave you, who will you go to? Would you find another lover? I said nothing.… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“Everything that ever happened to me that was important happened in the desert.” — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“As if this collection of things is what she is. So we fall in love with ghosts.” — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“Because we want to know things, how the pieces fit. Talkers seduce, words direct us into corners. We want more than anything… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“And Hana moves possibly in the company that is not her choice. She, at even this age, thirty-four, has not found her… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“Truth disappears with history and gossip tells us in the end nothing of personal relationships. There are stories of elopements, unrequited love,… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“There are stories of elopements, unrequited love, family feuds and exhausting vendettas, which everyone was drawn into, had to be involved with.… — 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
