The creative act is not pure. History evidences it. Sociology extracts it. The writer loses Eden, writes to be read and comes to realize that he is answerable.

A desert is a place without expectation.

I couldn't be sufficiently interested in human beings to be a writer if I had contempt for human beings.

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

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.

Books dont need batteries

If one will always have to feel white first, and African second, it would be better not to stay on in Africa