I hate hats! Hats just give you really bad hair! I had a hat sometimes. Frankly, you get burnt so much anyway, it's beside the point. And when you're walking into the western sun, no hat in the world is going to save your face and neck from being sizzled.

The good Lord in his ultimate wisdom gave us three things to make life bearable: hope, jokes, and dogs, but the greatest of these was dogs.

When there is no one to remind you what society's rules are, and there is nothing to keep you linked to that society, you had better be prepared for some startling changes.

That odd idea that one person can go to a foreign part and in this rather odd voice describe it to the folks back home doesn't make much sense in the post-colonial world.

I believe when you’re stuck in one spot for too long it’s best to throw a grenade where you stand, and jump…and pray.

Camel trips, as I suspected all along, and as I was about to have confirmed, do not being or end: they mere change form.

I believe that the subconscious always knows what is best. It is our conditional, vastly overrated rational mind which screws everything up.