Autobiographers From South Africa

"I disapproved of the number of men she had traipsing into her bedroom and suggested she should have a turnstile on her bedroom door."

"A pervasive moral turpitude underlies South African society."

"to miik the citizens to the extent that they start mooing, is contrary to improving living standards."

"I'm impaled on the blue flames of his blowtorch eyes, you see."

"You'd have to be dead not to be impressed by his sincerity. But then didn't Oscar Wilde say say "The worst vice of the fanatic is his sincerity"."

"A black-belt bullshitter"

"The original of the yellow rose is clad (you've guessed it) in canary yellow. The lemon-meringue confection has been poured into yellow slacks and yellow shirt, an immaculate yellow-blonde barbie-doll with 'EFG- Follies-Girl' written all over her."

"It is her total professionalism and perennial striving for perfection that elevated Moira from the merely blonde to the maxi-talented."

"the little roly-poly Russian-born rebel of the canvas."

"His voice, like a malted milkshake marinated for more than seventy years, has a slightly monotonous lilt - rather like a Hindu chanting Bagavad Gita."

"The voice (sometimes an ominous rumble that sounds as though he's been gargling with pebbles, sometimes the bliss of Bailey's Irish Cream swirling lazily about a fine crystal goblet) crescendos almost imperceptibly."

"The happy-go-lucky barefoot kid who loved rugby, ice-cream-and-hot-chocolate sauce, staying at home for a braai and the flieks grew up into an international rugby player, idol of millions and South African cult figure..."