My hand-stitched wings itchto take flightto test the winds of changethat inevitably blow at the end of a cycle.

In the end, it was the secrets that held me hostage and fuelled my depression, but, once released, emancipation - from fear, shame, guilt and judgement - was finally possible.

Those who nurse secrets, nurse a chaotic world of amplified silence.

Sometimes you have to cross the boundaries of Death in order to discover the meaning of Life.

I have forsaken her for a place I will never belong, but will always remain under her spell, forever to be, a child of my motherland.

Survival depends on denial, and death comes swiftly to those who forsake it.

Death descended like a theatrical storm over the Drakensberg Mountains, stranding me while it ran its course.

There are those whose love awakens our own and those whose love undermines. As long as we are blind to this fact, true love will elude us.

Be radical about grace and relentless about truth and resolute about holiness.

I knew I wanted to be an artist at age 5 or 6. I always drew. At 8, I was permitted to study.

Music I do just for me.

You get no points for style when it comes to putting. It's getting the ball to drop into the cup that counts.

There's always a tension in my world between the pragmatic and the practical and the theoretical. I have a very theoretical turn of mind, but I also like to test things in place.

If you come out with racist comments, then I believe you shouldn't be allowed to come to a football match. Don't be so narrow minded, you're bigger than that.

But facts are chiels that winna ding, An' downa be disputed.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer to him until my lips touched his.

Only two things are real to me: my love and my death. In between them, I merely exist as a scatter of senses.

Take things always by their smooth handle.