There are times of great beauty on a coffee farm. When the plantation flowered in the beginning of the rains, it was a radiant sight, like a cloud of chalk, in the mist of the drizzling rain.

You must not think that I feel, in spite of it having ended in such defeat, that my "life has been wasted" here, or that I would exchange it with that of anyone I know.

I don't think... one get a flash of happiness once, and never again; it is there deep within you.

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

All sorrows can be borne if you can put them into a story.

The pleasure of the true dreamer does not lie in the substance of the dream, but in this: that there things happen without any interference from his side, and altogether outside his control.

To set sail somewhere is more important than life itself.