He would not mind hearing Petrus's story one day. But preferably not reduced to English. More and more he is convinced that English is an unfit medium for the truth of South Africa. Stretches of English code whole sentences long have thickened, lost their articulations, their articulateness, their articulatedness. Like a dinosaur expiring and settling in the mud, the language has stiffened. Pressed into the mold of English, Petrus's story would come out arthritic, bygone"(117).

When we are stirred to lament the loss of the gods, it is more than likely the gods who are doing the stirring.

The spark of true poetry flashes when ideas are juxtaposed that no one has yet thought of bringing together.

From one seed a whole handful: that was what it meant to say the bounty of the earth.

Pain is truth; all else is subject to doubt.

I tend to resist invitations to interpret my own fiction.

I say that I represent this movement because my intellectual allegiances are clearly European, not African.