This last night we tear into each other, as if to wound, as if to find the key to everything before morning. — 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
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
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
Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it was full again — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
Sometimes when she is able to spend the night with him they are wakened by the three minarets of the city beginning… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
So the books for the Englishman, as he listened intently or not, had gaps of plot like sections of a road washed… — 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
