All sorrows can be borne if you can put them into a story.

Man and woman are two locked caskets, of which each contains the key to the other.

It is when people are told their own thoughts that they think they are being insulted.

There is something about Safari life that makes you forget all your sorrows

Within our whole universe the story only has the authority to answer that cry of heart of its characters, that one cry of heart of each of them: "Who am I?"

It is more than their land that you take away from the people, whose native land you take. It is their past as well, their roots and their identity. If you take away the things that they have been used to see and will be expecting to see, you may, in a way, as well take their eyes.

The Cicada sing an endless song in the long grass, smells run along the earth and falling stars run over the sky, like tears over a cheek. You are the privileged person to whom everything is taken. The Kings of Tarshish shall bring gifts.