the roar of his body

Knowledge should be empowering. But it ended up crushing you.

We have no idea as we live our lives, that tomorrow will be different.’

Africa is no more corrupt than Europe; there are just fewer ways to hide it here.’

Life without ideas is just a ceaseless lurch from event to event, stimulus to stimulus.

All nightjars made unearthly noises; it was on their calls that car alarms were based, an incessant mechanical fluting.

The colour of your skin has been trumped by money. That’s what race and class is here now: money.

Mostly you find out that what you thought you feared doesn’t frighten you at all, but then something comes along which you had never thought of, and you’re terrified.’

way, rather