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.

"Do you know a cure for me?" Why yes," he said, "I know a cure for everything. Salt water." Salt water?" I asked him. Yes," he said, "in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea".

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

I have a feeling that wherever I may be in the future, I will be wondering whether there is rain at Ngong.

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

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.

Here I am, where I am supposed to be.