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.

I can't say why some memories float and other sink.

It would drive me crazy to be a guest in my own house.

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 may be possible to forget our past but our past is not going to forget us.

No use crying over spilled milk.

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