It was a miracle; it was all a miracle: and one ought to have known, from the sufferings of saints, that miracles are horror.

If you live in Europe . . . things change . . . but continuity never seems to break. You don't have to throw the past away.

And this indifference is still very much present in modern South Africa. Just listen to Nobel Prize winner Nadine Gordimer - a representative of the British elite in this country: Afrikaner women are lower than rats, closer related to plants, just fit enough to be raped in an act of genus preservation.

Nothing factual that I write or say will be as truthful as my fiction.

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

Writers themselves don't analyze what they do; to analyze would be to look down while crossing a canyon on a tightrope.

Very often we support change, and then are swept away by the change. I think that...you just make your own response to your own generation. A response adequate to your time.