I do wish you wouldn't argue with me when I'm knitting.

A house is not a home until it has a dog.

There is no first world and third world. There is only one world, for all of us to live and delight in.

All over the world the wildlife that I write about is in grave danger. It is being exterminated by what we call the progress of civilization.

When man continues to destroy nature, he saws the very branch on which he sits since the rational protection of nature is at the same time the protection of mankind

Zoos should concentrate more on the preservation side of things.

In conservation, the motto should always be 'never say die'.

If naturalists go to heaven (about which there is considerable ecclesiastical doubt), I hope that I will be furnished with a troop of kakapo to amuse me in the evening instead of television.

My childhood in Corfu shaped my life. If I had the craft of Merlin, I would give every child the gift of my childhood.

They were maps that lived, maps that one could study, frown over, and add to; maps, in short, that really meant something.

Gradually the magic of the island [Corfu] settled over us as gently and clingingly as pollen.

You want a fact???...I'm bad at math but good at chess, I beat the best guy on chess... so you make your own conclusions!

The momentum of time is always going forward. You cannot repeat what has been done before. You can't go back.

I don't deal with hypotheticals. I deal with reality.

There is no house like the house of belonging.

None is a fool always, everyone sometimes.

My feeling on therapy is it's a luxury, and if you're fortunate enough to get some smart people to talk to about life, then that's fortunate and you should go for it.

...they'd just tell you to turn the other cheek, wouldn't they?...Trouble is, Mrs. Dowdel observed, after you've turned the other cheek four times, you run out of cheeks.

I try to make the audience forget all their problems -- for an hour and a half or so get them out of themselves, and space, and time, and consciousness.

Music represents nature. Nature represents life. Jazz represents nature. Jazz is life.

Each book, intuitively sensed and, in the case of fiction, intuitively worked out, stands on what has gone before, and grows out of it.