I don't know what I shall do. I just want to go away and look at people and think.

Most of us live our lives like toads, sitting perfectly still, under a plantain leaf. We are waiting for a fly to come our way. When it comes out darts the tongue. We nab it.That is all. We eat it.

In the lives of working people the dramatic and vita moments of death and birth are passed over in silence. 109, SA: Sh. Stories, 1962

There is this thing called life. We live it, not as we intend or wish, but as we are driven on by forces outside and inside ourselves.

The lives of people are like young trees in a forest. They are being choked by climbing vines. The vines are old thoughts and beliefs planted by dead men.