Even today, when an Aboriginal mother notices the first stirrings of speech in her child, she lets it handle the "things" of that particular country: leaves, fruit, insects and so forth. "We give our children guns and computer games," Wendy said. "They gave their children the land."

Proust, more perspicaciously than any other writer, reminds us that the 'walks' of childhood form the raw material of our intelligence.

I never liked Jules Verne, believing that the real was always more fantastic than the fantastical.

Because they knew each other's thoughts, they even quarrelled without speaking.

Music… is a memory bank for finding one’s way about the world.

Walking is a virtue, tourism is a deadly sin.

Anything was better than to be loved for one's things.