I don't believe in evil; I believe only in horror. In nature there is no evil, only an abundance of horror: the plagues and the blights and the ants and the maggots.

The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea.

You can't change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying about the future.

There is something about safari life that makes you forget all your sorrows and feel as if you had drunk half a bottle of champagne — bubbling over with heartfelt gratitude for being alive.

There are many ways to the recognition of truth, and Burgundy is one of them.

A giraffe is so much a lady that one refrains from thinking of her legs, but remembers her as floating over the plains in long garb, draperies of morning mist her mirage.

Coffee, according to the women of Denmark, is to the body what the Word of the Lord is to the soul.

What is it which is bought dearly, offered for nothing, and then most often refused?--Experience, old people's experience.

Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; it is only later in life that we occupy ourselves with the individuality of our wine.

Be not afraid of absurdity; do not shrink from the fantastic. Within a dilemma, choose the most unheard-of, the most dangerous solution. Be brave, be brave.

"Do you know a cure for me?" Why yes," he said, "I know a cure for everything. Salt water." Salt water?" I asked him. Yes," he said, "in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea".

The menu is not the meal.

We do not escape our boundaries or our innermost being. We do not change. It is true we may be transformed, but we always walk within our boundaries, within the marked-off circle.

Over time, we would learn each other, and I would learn to love her like a mother loves a daughter, imperfectly and without roots.

The ego is terrified of the truth. And the truth is that the ego doesn't exist.

I avoid the media circus, keep my head down and try to keep growing and learning things.

Then, driven by the same impulse, they kissed him--Aylss on the let cheek, Evanlyn on the right. And then they glared daggers at each other. -pg 372

One of the things I'm going to say out there is how grateful I am - and how grateful the world is - for the tremendous gift of the black people, of jazz.

It's better to write about things you feel than about things you know about.

Pressure is only what you make of it and what you put on yourself.

I am very lucky because when I come back home, I have a completely normal life. I can relax, playing golf, fishing - doing what I want. I know when I finish a tournament, I am going to relax at home.