What fools we are, eh? What fools, sitting here in the sun, singing. And of love, too! I am too old for it and you are too young, and yet we waste our time singing about it. Ah, well, let's have a glass of wine, eh?

‎'All we need is a book,' roared Leslie; 'don't panic, hit 'em with a book.

I can't be expected to produce deathless prose in an atmosphere of gloom and eucalyptus.

Among the myrtles the mantids moved, lightly, carefully, swaying slightly, the quintessence of evil. They were lank and green, with chinless faces and monstrous globular eyes, frosty gold, with an expression of intense, predatory madness in them. The crooked arms, with their fringes of sharp teeth, would be raised in mock supplication to the insect world, so humble, so fervent, trembling slightly when a butterfly flew too close.

Right in the Hart of the Africn Jungel a small wite man lives. Now there is one extraordinary fact about him that he is the frind of all animals.

My childhood in Corfu shaped my life. If I had the craft of Merlin, I would give every child the gift of my childhood.

There is no first world and third world. There is only one world, for all of us to live and delight in.