There is nothing else than now. There is neither yesterday, certainly, nor is there any tomorrow. How old must you be before you know that? There is only now, and if now is only two days, then two days is your life and everything in it will be in proportion. This is how you live a life in two days. And if you stop complaining and asking for what you never will get, you will have a good life. A good life is not measured by any biblical span.

You're an expatriate. You've lost touch with the soil. You get precious. Fake European standards have ruined you. You drink yourself to death. You become obsessed by sex. You spend all your time talking, not working. You are an expatriate, see? You hang around cafTs.

Got tight on absinthe last night. Did knife tricks.

And who understands? Not me, because if I did I would forgive it all.

Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a strange life.

Something, or something awful or something wonderful was certain to happen on every day in this part of Africa.

He was just a coward and that was the worst luck any many could have.