What I love about collaborating is that you're working with other minds that work differently to yours.

You have to get up pretty early in the morning to invent the news.

The problem with snapshots is that they replace actual memories. You lock down the moment and it becomes all there is of it.

Only other people can make you feel real.

Traffic in Joburg is like the democratic process. Every time you think it's going to get moving and take you somewhere, you hit another jam.

So are you an inmate or a rubbernecker?" she asks. "Rubbernecker," I answer without hesitation. "You?" "I'm a screw. Or on staff, anyway. Used to be an inmate. Repeat offender. Crimes against my body. Puking sickness followed by heroin, which led to more puking sickness." I'd be surprised at her forthrightness, but that's addicts for you. The twelve steps crack 'em open and then they can't shut up.

She would disappear folded like origami into her own dreams