It always amuses me that the biggest praise for my work comes for the imagination while the truth is that there's not a single line in all my work that does not have a basis in reality. The problem is that Caribbean reality resembles the wildest imagination.

Generally speaking a howling wilderness does not howl: it is the imagination of the traveler that does the howling.

It is characteristic of all deep human problems that they are not to be approached without some humor and some bewilderment.

I come from pioneer stock developers of the West people who went out into the wilderness and set up home with nothing but a pair of oxen.

I dream of the realization of the unity of Africa whereby its leaders combine in their efforts to solve the problems of this continent. I dream of our vast deserts of our forests of all our great wildernesses.

I don't like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It's just the wilderness instinct in me I guess.

And Jesus the heart of the Christian faith is the wildest most radical guy you'd ever come across.

I am shy to admit that I have followed the advice given all those years ago by a wise archbishop to a bewildered young man: that moments of unbelief 'don't matter ' that if you return to a practice of the faith faith will return.

One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.

No one should be able to enter a wilderness by mechanical means.