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

I do not think that I could ever really love a woman who had not, at one time or another, been up on a broomstick.

through the loveliness and power of her dream world she was now, in her old frock and botched shoes, very likely the loveliest, mightiest and most dangerous person on earth

Truth is for tailors and shoemakers. I, on the contrary, have always held that the Lord has a penchant for masquerades.

In the Ngong Forest I have also seen, on a narrow path through thick growth, in the middle of a very hot day, the Giant Forest Hog, a rare person to meet.

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?"

I had seen a herd of Elephant travelling through dense native forest ... pacing along as if they had an appointment at the end of the world.