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.

death - a passage outside the range of imagination, but within the range of experience.

Up in this air you breathed easily, drawing in a vital assurance and lightness of heart. In the highlands you woke up in the morning and thought: Here I am, where I ought to be.

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

One does not travel by plane. One is merely sent, like a parcel.

There is a particular hapiness in giving a man whom you like very much, good food that you have cooked yourself.

Here I am, where I am supposed to be.