Write a little every day, without hope, without despair.

The flamingoes are the most delicately colored of all the African birds, pink and red like a flying twig of an oleander bush. They have incredibly long legs and bizarre and recherché curves of their necks and bodies, as if from some exquisite traditional prudery they were making all attitudes and movements in life as difficult as possible.

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

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

I do not see eye to eye with the camera.

I have read true piety defined as: loving one’s destiny unconditionally – and there is something in it. That is to say: I think that in a way this sort of “religiousness” is the condition for real happiness.

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