Yann Martel
Yann Martel
Yann Martelis a Spanish-born Canadian author best known for the Man Booker Prize-winning novel Life of Pi, a #1 international bestseller published in more than 50 territories. It has sold more than 12 million copies worldwide and spent more than a year on the Bestseller Lists of the New York Times and The Globe and Mail, among many other bestseller lists. It was adapted to the screen and directed by Ang Lee, garnering four Oscarsincluding Best Director and won the...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth25 June 1963
CitySalamanca, Spain
CountryCanada
I am a person who believes in form, in the harmony of order. Where we can, we must give things a meaningful shape.
I find that movies tend to fix the aesthetics of a story in people's minds.
My suffering left me sad and gloomy.
Despair was a heavy blackness that let no light in or out. It was a hell beyond expression. I thank God it always passed.
Can there be any happiness greater than the happiness of salvation?
It is pointless to say that this or that night was the worst of my life. I have so many bad nights to choose from that I've made none the champion.
I am not a particularly natural writer. I am not a person who can write in paragraphs the way some writers do. For me, it's sentence by sentence, sometimes word-by-word. And I revise constantly. It's a very laborious process, but I love doing it.
Much hostile and aggressive behaviour among animals is the expression of social insecurity.
Gloom is but a shadow of a cloud passing by
People move because of the wear and tear of anxiety. Because of the gnawing feeling that no matter how hard they work their efforts will yield nothing, that what they build up in one year will be torn down in one day by others. Because of the impression that the future is blocked up, that *they* might do all right but not their children. Because of the feeling that nothing will change, that happiness and prosperity are possible only somewhere else.
There is nothing more satisfying than having a sentence fall into place in a way you feel is right, and then adding another one and then another one. It's extraordinarily satisfying.
You may not believe in life, but I don't believe in death. Move on!
The blackness would stir and eventually go away, and God would remain, a shining point of light in my heart. I would go on loving.
I explore it now in the only place left for it, my memory.