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 and feel as if you had drunk half a bottle of champagne — bubbling over with heartfelt gratitude for being alive.

I do not see eye to eye with the camera.

I start with a tingle, a kind of feeling of the story I will write. Then come the characters, and they take over, they make the story.

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

Where a pack of monkeys had traveled over the road, the smell of them lingered for a long time in the air, a dry and stale, mousy smell.

You can't change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying about the future.