Fathers die.You keep on loving them in any way you can.You can't hide him away in your heart. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
Before the real city could be seen it had to be imagined, the way rumours and tall tales were a kind of… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
Some people you just had to embrace, in some way or another, had to bite into the muscle, to remain sane in… — 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
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
He turns his back to the far shore and rows toward it. He can in this way travel away from, yet still… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
How we are almost nothing. We think, in our youth, we are the centre of the universe, but we simply respond, go… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
He knows that the only way he can accept losing her is if he can continue to hold her or be held… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
She had lived in that house fourteen years, and every year she had demanded of John that she be given a pet… — 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
