Like some wines our love could neither mature nor travel.

One gets started, and then, suddenly, one cannot remember what toothpaste they use . . . the moment comes when a character does or says something you hadn't thought about. At that moment he's alive and you leave it to him.

My passion for Sarah had killed simple lust forever. Never again would I be able to enjoy a woman without love.

What have we all got to expect that we allow ourselves to be so lined with disappointment?

A major character has to come somehow out of the unconscious.

The next best thing to talking to her is talking about her.

I have loved no part of the world like this and I have loved no women as I love you. You're my human Africa. I love your smell as I love these smells. I love your dark bush as I love the bush here, you change with the light as this place does, so that one all the time is loving something different and yet the same. I want to spill myself out into you as I want to die here.