My life is like a memento mori painting from European art: there is always a grinning skull at my side to remind me of the folly of human ambition. - Yann Martel

I did not count the days or the weeks or the months. Time is an illusion that only makes us pant. I survived because I forgot even the very notion of time.

When I corrected her, I told her that in fact she was not so wrong; that Hindus, in their capacity for love, are indeed hairless Christians, just as Muslims, in the way they see God in everything, are bearded Hindus, and Christians, in their devotion to God, are hat-wearing Muslims.

You can get used to anything - haven't I already said that? Isn't that what all survivors say?