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

I belong to an ancient, idle, wild and useless tribe, perhaps I am even one of the last members of it, who for many thousands of years, in all countries and parts of the world, has, now and again, stayed for a time among the hard-working honest people in real life, and sometimes has thus been fortunate enough to create another sort of reality for them, which in some way or another, has satisfied them. I am a storyteller.

some travelers are drawn forward by a goal lying before them in the way iron is drawn to the magnet. Others are driven on by a force lying behind them. In such a way the bowstring makes the arrow fly.

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

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

There is something about Safari life that makes you forget all your sorrows

The divine art is the story.