A first kiss is the demarcation line: the same information that a moment ago felt private, all of a suddens seems unfair to withhold. And with that exchange came more.

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

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

No use crying over spilled milk.

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

Children know so little, they must learn quickly to imitate grown-ups whenever they feel unsure in a situation.