What night gave Rafael was a formlessness in which everything had a purpose. As if darkness had a hidden musical language. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
There's always been anger in the making of music or literature or dance. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“He had approached the villa on that night of the storm not out of curiosity about the music but because of a… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“But there was a discipline, it was just that we didn’t understand. We thought he was formless, but I think now he… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
If any of you on your journeys see her-shout to me, whistle...he sang, and it became a habit for audiences to shout… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
The music of Gavin Bryars falls under no category. It is mongrel, full of sensuality and wit and is deeply moving. He… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“It was a music that had so little wisdom you wanted to clean nearly every note he passed, passed it seemed along… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“But there was a discipline, it was just that we didn't understand. We thought he was formless, but I think now he… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“And as the music ended, he saw her, like a woman in a romance, pull from her cotton sleeve a note that… — 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
