I never felt interpretation was my job.

No amounts of stone and bone could yield the kinds of information that the paintings gave so freely.

I go once a year to the Serengeti to see the wildebeest migrations because that means a lot to me, but I avoid Olduvai if I can because it is a ruin. It is most depressing.

The first money I ever earned was for drawing stone tools.

Theories come and go, but fundamental data always remains.

I'd rather be in a tent than in a house.

There were details like clothing, hair styles and the fragile objects that hardly ever survive for the archaeologist-musical instruments, bows and arrows, and body ornaments depicted as they were worn... No amounts of stone and bone could yield the kinds of information that the paintings gave so freely