Everything was screaming: the sea, the wind, my heart. - Yann Martel

I wept heartily over this poor little deceased soul. It was the first sentient being I had ever killed. I was now a killer. I was now as guilty as Cain. I was sixteen years old, a harmless boy, bookish and religious, and now I had blood on my hands. It's a terrible burden to carry. All sentient life is sacred.

I think art comes from some sense of discomfort with the world, some sense of not quite fitting with it.

"Religion?" Mr Kumar grinned broadly. "I don't believe in religion. Religion is darkness."