I grew up in Rhodesia on my father's ranch and every year he used to take us on safari in some remote area of the wilderness.

You don't turn out as many books as I did then by sitting around, being cozy with the family.

It's a strange paradox that a man gifted with too many talents can fritter them all away without developing a single one to its full.

I don't want children. Why should I let some strange little monster into my life to destroy what to me is a perfect set-up?

I grew up in Rhodesia on my father's ranch and every year he used to take us on safari in some remote area of the wilderness.

I read a lot of biographies and books with an African background.

I write my books in my head, and not in a specific study with a view. The view is from my inner eyes.