Of all the idiots I have met in my life, and the Lord knows they have not been few or little, I think that I have been the biggest.

To me, the explanation of life seems to be its melody, its pattern. And I feel in life such an infinite, truly inconceivable fantasy.

I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills.

I think all sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story or tell a story about them.

In the mind and nature of a man a secret is an ugly thing, like a hidden physical defect.

I will not let thee go, except thou bless me.

I beg of you, you good people who want to hear stories told: look at this page and recognize the wisdom of my grandmother and of all old story-telling women!