“I have one great fear in my heart, that one day when they are turned to loving, they will find that we are turned to hating.”

Forgive us all, for we all have trespasses.

Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that’s the inheritor of our fear.

Money is for buying the fruits of the earth, of the land where you were born.

But perhaps when you were too obedient, and did not do openly what others did, and were quiet in church and hard-working at school.

And whether they do not see him there in the grass, or whether they fear to halt even a moment, but they do not wake him, they let him be.

Life has not taught me to expect nothing, but she has taught me not to expect success to be the inevitable result of my endeavors.

Fear is a journey,a terrible journey, but sorrow is at least an arrival.

There is not much talking now. A silence falls upon them all.

These hills are grass-covered and rolling, and they are lovely beyond any singing of it.

The Afrikaner has nowhere to go, and thats why he would rather destroy himself than capitulate.

Building on the mistakes of the past and the energy generated by reconciliation to create a new future.

There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills.

What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another?

I couldn’t face that question. (Ah, But Your Land Is Beautiful)

For it is the dawn that has come, as it has come for a thousand centuries, never failing.

People hurry home past him, to places safe from danger.

My work is being destroyed almost as soon as it is printed. One day it is being read; the next day someone’s wrapping fish in it.

Do I feel good enough? Do I feel big enough? Do I feel sexy enough?” Some days, the answer is ‘yes’ but sometimes it’s not.

The day I take either my body or my work for granted will be the day you hear that I’ve smashed every inch of myself to pieces.

Even offering three hundred bowls of food three times a day does not match the spiritual merit gained in one moment of love.

I’m always living in hope that one day she’ll say she just wants me!

The ladle is in the soup pot every day, but it doesn’t know the taste of the soup. You must reflect and meditate.

I could come home from school and just watch it all day. It just interested me.

You should think about your own death 3 times per day at the very least.