There comes a stage at which a man would rather die cleanly by a bullet than by the unknown terror of the phantom in the forest.

Once in a very long time you come across a book that is far, far more than the ink, the glue and the paper, a book that seeps into your blood.

I felt sure we could gain the upper hand by putting ourselves in the mindset of the Incas.

Move to a new country and you quickly see that visiting a place as a tourist, and actually moving there for good, are two very different things.

On a harsh expedition, there's no space for anyone who does not intend to finish.

The very fact that a Frenchman was prepared, after two minutes of conversation, to be so friendly towards anyone, especially one who had come from England, made me restless.

A little imagination goes a long way in Fes.