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

Keenness of hearing revives when one is alone.

Power is something of which I am convinced there is no innocence this side of the womb.

If I dreamt this, while walking, walking in the London streets, the subconscious of each and every other life, past and present, brushing me in passing, what makes it real? Writing it down.

Writing is always a voyage of discovery.

I decided that I wanted nothing to do with South African government television while any of my fellow writers were banned and couldn't speak publicly.

Nothing fades so quickly as what is unchanged.