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.

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

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?

A poet's mission is to make others confound fiction and reality in order to render them, for an hour, mysteriously happy.

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

If there were one more thing I could do, it would be to go on safari once again.