Saturday is an illusion.

In football, the worst blindness is only seeing the ball.

Until the day when a wise black man can become our ambassador in Paris, we will forever be a pre-Brazil.

The bed is a metaphysical piece of furniture.

I envy stupidity, stupidity is eternal.

Love is impossible without bite marks.

Memory is a swindler, a forger emeritus of facts and figures.

To love is to be faithful to those who cheat on us.

Money buys everything, even true love.

Not all women like being beaten up. Only the normal ones.

I only believe in those who can still blush.

She thought it must be a lonely life for a boy who hated books.

The truth is humble, only those intelligent enough are able to seek and understand it.

The war that killed my grandfather and great-uncles and thousands of other blacks is only a footnote in our history books.

I am repeating... It's not a drill, ... It's real....

Another day in paradise' was his inevitable pronouncement when he settled his head on his pillow. Now I understand what that meant: the uneventful day was a precious gift.

These are the sort of things people ought to look at. Things without pretensions, satisfied to be merely themselves.

In war more than anywhere else, things do not turn out as we expect.

Colorblind racism is the new racial music most people dance to, the 'new racism' is subtle, institutionalized and seemingly nonracial.

I've never known a country to be starved into democracy.

To go like a cat upon a hot bakestone.