Nothing Fades So Quickly As What Is

Everyone Ends Up Moving Alone Towards The Self

I'm A Candle Flame That Sways In Currents Of Air You Can't See. You Need To Be The One Who Steadies Me To Burn.

The Creative Act Is Not Pure. History Evidences It. Ideology Demands It. Society Exacts It.

When It Comes To Their Essential Faculty As Writers, All Writers Are Androgynous Beings.

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.