The Truth Isn't Always Beauty,

Any Writer Of Any Worth At All Hopes To Play Only A Pocket-torch Of Light - And Rarely, Through Genius, A Sudden Flambeau - Into The Bloody Yet Beautiful Labyrinth Of Human Experience, Of Being.

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

A Truly Living Human Being Cannot Remain Neutral.

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.

In A Country Like South Africa, Writers Have Nuisance Value, Because Those Of Us Who Have Become Known Overseas Have Certainly Helped To Inform People About What Life Is Like There.