Do you know...what I think is a great pity? It is this: that we have all become such skeptics that we hardly believe what our pious grandmothers told us.

Be unswervingly and eternally loyal to the story.

Through all the world there goes one long cry from the heart of the artist: Give me a chance to do my best.

When you have caught the rhythm of Africa, you find out that it is the same in all her music.

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

What is man, when you come to think upon him, but a minutely set, ingenious machine for turning with infinite artfulness, the red wine of Shiraz into urine?

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.