There are always those who take it upon themselves to defend God, as if Ultimate Reality, as if the sustaining frame of existence, were something weak and helpless.
All living things contain a measure of madness that moves them in strange, sometimes inexplicable ways. – “The Life of Pi.
He seems to be attracting religions the way a dog attracts fleas.
Then Richard Parker, companion of my torment, awful, fierce thing that kept me alive, moved forward and disappeared forever from my life.
Time is an illusion that only makes us pant. I survived because I forgot even the very notion of time.
Why can we throw a question further than we can pull in an answer?
I must say a word about fear. It is life’s only true opponent.
I went to temple at crowded times when Brahmins were too distracted to come between me and God.
Like punk rock, like Jackson Pollock, like Jack Kerouac, it was truly human, a mix of perfect beauty and cathartic error.
Things didn’t turn out the way they were suppsed to, but qhat can you do? You must take life the way it comes at you and make the best of it.
I’ll be honest about it. It is not atheists who get stuck in my craw, but agnostics. Doubt is useful for a while.
Very few castaways can claim to have survived so long at sea as Mr. Patel, and none in the company of an adult Bengal tiger.
Whatever the reason for wanting to escape, sane or insane, zoo detractors should realize that animals don’t escape to somewhere but from something.
I would nearly go into convulsions of dismay at my stupidity.
Without a driver this bus is lost.
To lose a brother is to lose someone with whom you can share the experience of growing old, who is supposed to bring you a sister-in-law and nieces and nephews, creatures to people the tree of your life and give it new branches.
Everything in me, right down to the pores of my skin, was expressing joy.
You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don’t, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you.
To look out with idle hope is tantamount to dreaming one’s life away.
It’s not right that gentleness meet horror.