“Seas move away, why not lovers? The harbours of Ephesus, the rivers of Heraclitus disappear and are replaced by estuaries of silt.… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
Every immigrant family, it seems, has someone who does not belong in the new country they have come to. It feels like… — 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
Nowadays he doesn't think of his wife, though he knows he can turn around and evoke every move of her, describe any… — 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
I have spent weeks in the desert, forgetting to look at the moon, he says, as a married man may spend days… — 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
“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 one another's significance. That was a small lesson I learned on the journey. What is interesting and important happens mostly in secret, in places where there is no power. Nothing much of lasting value ever happens… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share
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
