Self-pity does not appreciate pedantry.

I have three older sisters, so we were a reasonably large family and, in general, a happy one.

But we make such mistakes all the time, all through our lives. Wisdom, I suppose, is seeing this and acting upon it before it is too late. But it is often too late, isn't it? - and those things that we should have said are unsaid, and remain unsaid for ever.

There are old mycologists and there are bold mycologists, but there are no old, bold mycologists.

At night we are all strangers, even to ourselves.

The Okavango Delta is an astonishing sight: the great Okavango River, rather than flow towards the sea, flows inland, into the sands of the Kalahari.

A life without stories would be no life at all. And stories bound us, did they not, one to another, the living to the dead, people to animals, people to the land?