I'll be looking at the moon,
but I'll be seeing you.
He will hear the rain before he feels it, a clicking on the dry grass, on the olive leaves.
Michael OndaatjeDeath means you are in the third person.
Michael Ondaatje... the desert, where there is the communal book of moonlight. We were among the rumour of wells. In the palace of winds.
Michael OndaatjeWhy is it when I hear the phrase ‘trompe l’oeil’ I think of oysters” I heard her say once.
Michael Ondaatjeshe had a laugh that hinted it had rolled around once or twice in the mud.
Michael OndaatjeIt was easy to fool the three of us (tween boys), who were naked with innocence.
Michael OndaatjeBlood a necklace on me all my life.
Michael OndaatjeShe had always wanted words, she loved them, grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape. Whereas I thought words bent emotions like sticks in water.
Michael OndaatjeMots clés words
Tell me, is it possible to love someone who is not as smart as you are? ...But isn't it important for you to think she is smarter than you in order to fall in love? ...Why is that? Because we want to know things, how the pieces fit. Talkers seduce, words direct us into corners. We want more than anything to grow and change. Brave new world.
Michael OndaatjeMots clés love
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