For Really, Dreaming Is The Well-mannered People's

Death - A Passage Outside The Range Of Imagination, But Within The Range Of Experience.

I Do Not See Eye To Eye With The Camera.

In The Ngong Forest I Have Also Seen, On A Narrow Path Through Thick Growth, In The Middle Of A Very Hot Day, The Giant Forest Hog, A Rare Person To Meet.

What Is It Which Is Bought Dearly, Offered For Nothing, And Then Most Often Refused?--experience, Old People's Experience.

I Think All Sorrows Can Be Borne If You Put Them Into A Story Or Tell A Story About Them.