Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.
Ernest HemingwayNow, being in Africa, I was hungry for more of it, the changes of the seasons, the rains with no need to travel, the discomforts that you paid to make it real, the names of the trees, of the small animals, and all the birds, to know the language and have time to be in it and to move slowly.
Ernest Hemingway