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From Ernest Hemingway's Stories I Learned To Listen Within My Stories For What Went Unsaid By My Characters.

I Have Learned Since That Sometimes The Things We Want Most Are Impossible For Us. You May Long To Come Home, Yet Wander Forever.

Mumbling Obeisance To Abhorrence Of Apartheid Is Like Those Lapsed Believers Who Cross Themselves When Entering A Church.

I Shall Never Write An Autobiography, I'm Much Too Jealous Of My Privacy For That.

The Country Of The Tourist Pamphlet Always Is Another Country, An Embarrassing Abstraction Of The Desirable That, Thank God, Does Not Exist On This Planet, Where There Are Always Ants And Bad Smells And Empty Coca-cola Bottles To Keep The Grubby Finger-print Of Reality Upon The Beautiful.