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.

No use crying over spilled milk.

Passion - eventually it cools.

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 people die and especially when they die tragically, others can't help but get carried away. They come up with their implausible interpretation and usually resort to cheap psychology. A sense of fatalism is the only form of relief left.

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