Why is it you can never hope to describe the emotion Africa creates? You are lifted. Out of whatever pit, unbound from whatever tie, released from whatever fear. You are lifted and you see it all from above.

We knew nothing of loss. Nobody has taught us about pain. Until that moment, death had just amounted to a scary sound.

I'd rather stay asleep than have to learn all those frightening secrets.

What kind of heart does one have to have in order to be able to get rid of these, without regret, as if they were empty beer cans?

When you leave Africa, as the plane lifts, you feel that more than leaving a continent you're leaving a state of mind. Whatever awaits you at the other end of your journey will be of a different order of existence.

It's not easy to give up something you've had all your life.

No use crying over spilled milk.