The truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is.

Responsibility is what awaits outside the Eden of Creativity.

The creative act is not pure. History evidences it. Ideology demands it. Society exacts it.

Rebirth. I mean by this simply what happens when the child begins to realise the fact that the black does not enter through the white’s front door is not in the same category as the fact that the dead will never come back.

About the joys and the courage, I really don't know what other people think. I just know that I've never left Africa. I've lived there all my life. And one of the wonderful things, in spite of all the terrible things that happen in South Africa, is the way people continue to keep their dignity.

Everyone ends up moving alone towards the self

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