-What do you hate most? he asks.-A lie. And you?-Ownership, he says. When you leave me, forget me. - Michael Ondaatje
A blind lover, don't knowwhat I love till I write it out - Michael Ondaatje
the heart is an organ of fire - Michael Ondaatje
Here. Where I am anonymous and alone in a white room with no history and no parading. So I can make something unknown in the shape of this room. Where I am King of Corners. - Michael Ondaatje