About André Brink: André Philippus Brink was a South African novelist. He wrote in both Afrikaans and English and was a Professor of English at the University of Cape Town.
How dare I presume to say: He is my friend, or even, more cautiously, I think I know him? At the very most we are like two strangers meeting in the white wintry veld and sitting down together for a while to smoke a pipe before proceeding on their sep...
To respect the dignity of a relationship also implies accepting the end when it comes. Except in my mind, except in my dreams, where the aftertaste of her still lingers.
Men and women who are lonely create. Those who are gregarious rarely do... Any poet would rather bed with a girl than write a poem about her. All art is the result of frustration. Art is energy deflected from its normal course in action.
Trying to get stuff straight right at the end when you never cared all through your life. Trying to get into heaven on the affirmative action plan.
But for Mozart love is only the litmus test. To determine whether one is truly free or not.
In love, no question is ever preposterous.
Ouma Nella’s quotes p 144 -146 “Man, if you don’t know where you going, any road will bring you there.” “It don’t matter how far a river run. It never forget where it come from. That is all that is important.” “No matter if it’s wet...
