15 Quotes & Sayings By Gerald Durrell

Gerald Durrell was born in West London, England on March 20, 1925. His father was an amateur naturalist who had a collection of animals in his back garden. When Gerald was six years old, his family moved to Corfu, Greece where he grew up surrounded by animals. He spent most of his childhood collecting insects and observing their behavior Read more

After receiving his degree in zoology from the University of London, he joined the British Army where he served in India until 1952. From 1954 to 1960 he taught zoology at the University of British Columbia. In 1960, he married Jane Ridley and two years later they moved to Jersey.

In 1965, he published The Aye-Aye and Other Critters and the next year began work on his first book for children—Birds of the Galapagos Islands. In 1967, a severe case of Hodgkin's disease forced him to leave Jersey for a warmer climate and he moved to Florida where he has lived ever since. In addition to writing more than thirty books about animals, Durrell has published four works of non-fiction: Man-Eaters of Kumaon (1971), The Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust (1974), The Kings at Play (1976), and My Family and Other Animals (1980).

He also has written two autobiographical works: The Bathers (1978) and My Family and Other Animals (1980). He has been awarded honorary degrees from numerous universities around the world as well as a knighthood from Queen Elizabeth II for "services to wildlife conservation."

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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. Gerald Durrell
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It's all your fault, Mother, ' said Larry austerely; 'you shouldn't have brought us up to be so selfish.' 'I like that! ' exclaimed Mother. 'I never did anything of the sort! ' 'Well, we didn't get as selfish as this without some guidance, ' said Larry. Gerald Durrell
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My childhood in Corfu shaped my life. If I had the craft of Merlin, I would give every child the gift of my childhood. Gerald Durrell
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Gradually the magic of the island [Corfu] settled over us as gently and clingingly as pollen. Gerald Durrell
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We all travelled light, taking with us only what we considered to be the bare essentials of life. When we opened our luggage for Customs inspection, the contents of our bags were a fair indication of character and interests. Thus Margo’s luggage contained a multitude of diaphanous garments, three books on slimming, and a regiment of small bottles each containing some elixir guaranteed to cure acne. Leslie’s case held a couple of roll-top pullovers and a pair of trousers which were wrapped round two revolvers, an air-pistol, a book called Be Your Own Gunsmith, and a large bottle of oil that leaked. Larry was accompanied by two trunks of books and a brief-case containing his clothes. Mother’s luggage was sensibly divided between clothes and various volumes on cooking and gardening. I travelled with only those items that I thought necessary to relieve the tedium of a long journey: four books on natural history, a butterfly net, a dog, and a jam-jar full of caterpillars all in imminent danger of turning into chrysalids. Thus, by our standards fully equipped, we left the clammy shores of England. Gerald Durrell
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Overflowing with the milk of human kindness, the family had invited everyone they could think of, including people they cordially disliked. Gerald Durrell
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She would seize every opportunity to dive into the bathroom, in a swirl of white towels, and once in there she was as hard to dislodge as a limpet from a rock. Gerald Durrell
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Theodore had an apparently inexhaustible fund of knowledge about everything, but he imparted this knowledge with a sort of meticulous diffidence that made you feel he was not so much teaching you something new, as reminding you of something which you were already aware of, but which had, for some reason or other, slipped your mind. Gerald Durrell
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In conservation, the motto should always be 'never say die'. Gerald Durrell
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I shall always attribute my uncertain start in New Zealand to the fact that I was introduced too early to what is knows as the 'five o'clock swill'. The phrase has, when you consider it, a wonderful pastoral - one might almost say idyllic - ring to it. It conjures up a picture of fat but hungry porcines, all freshly scrubbed, eagerly and gratefully partaking of their warm mash from the horny but kindly hands of the jovial farmer, a twinkling eyed son of the soil. Nothing could be further from the truth. The five o'clock swill is the direct result of New Zealand's imbecilic licensing laws. In order to prevent people getting drunk the pubs close at six, just after the workers leave work. This means they have to leave their place of employment, rush frantically to the nearest pub, and make a desperate attempt to drink as much beer as they can in the shortest possible time. As a means of cutting down drunkenness, this is quite one of the most illogical deterrents I have come across. Gerald Durrell
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Until we consider animal life to be worthy of the consideration and reverence we bestow upon old books and pictures and historic monuments, there will always be the animal refugee living a precarious life on the edge of extermination, dependent for existence on the charity of a few human beings. Gerald Durrell
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The gold and scarlet leaves that littered the countryside in great drifts whispered and chuckled among themselves, or took experimental runs from place to place, rolling like coloured hoops among the trees. It was as if they were practising something, preparing for something, and they would discuss it excitedly in rustly voices as they crowded round the tree trunks. Gerald Durrell
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High time he had another tutor, ' said Larry. 'You leave the house for five minutes and come back and find him disembowelling Moby Dick on the front porch.' 'I'm sure he didn't mean any harm, ' said Mother, ' but it was rather silly for him to do it on the veranda. Gerald Durrell
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I can't be expected to produce deathless prose in an atmosphere of gloom and eucalyptus. Gerald Durrell