Mumbling obeisance to abhorrence of apartheid is like those lapsed believers who cross themselves when entering a church.

In a certain sense a writer is 'selected' by his subject - his subject being the consciousness of his own era.

As writers, we are exploring the mystery, the mystery of existence.

Success sometimes may be defined as a disaster put on hold. Qualified. Has to be.

It's easier for the former masters to put aside the masks that hid their humanity than for the former slaves to recognise the faces underneath. Or to trust that this is not a new mask these are wearing.

Art defies defeat by its very existence, representing the celebration of life, in spite of all attempts to degrade and destroy it.

A child understands fear, and the hurt and hate it brings.