I had this great urge... I had it the day I was born. Some may call it destiny. My parents and friends called it dismaying.

[My] excursions provided a unique opportunity for observing [the gorillas' behavior] in their natural habitat... Then, all too soon, the infants were demanded for their trip to the zoo. ... [H]appily the babies did not know they would never see their mountain home again

There are times when one cannot accept facts for fear of shattering one's being. As I listened to Ian's news, all of Digit's life, since my first meeting with him as a playful little ball of black fluff ten years earlier, passed through my mind. From that moment on, I came to live within an insulated part of myself.

I have no friends. The more you learn about the dignity of the gorilla, the more you want to avoid people.

The extraordinary gentleness of the adult male with his young dispels all the King Kong mythology.

I had this great urge... I had it the day I was born. Some may call it destiny. My parents and friends called it dismaying.

I shall never forget my first encounter with gorillas. Sound preceded sight. Odor preceded sound in the form of an overwhelming, musky-barnyard, humanlike scent. The air was suddenly rent by a high-pitched series of screams followed by the rhythmic rondo of sharp pok-pok chestbeats from a great silverbacked male obscured behind what seemed an impenetrable wall of vegetation.