Jani Allan Quotes

That night I made copies of all the documents with shaking hands and gave them to a friend with contacts in the British secret services. I had a bitter taste in my mouth.

A black-belt bullshitter

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

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

As remote as the rings of Saturn... A man with his stubby million-rand finger perennially prodding the public's pulse, his eyes constantly roving the horizons of the future, Kerzner has the power of a Prometheus unbound.

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

Most of the time our discussions are political, because it's hard not to be political in this country (not like in Britain, where you can ignore the rather sedate way everything's going downhill).

Dressing with style is akin to issuing a manifesto; dressing fashionably is like signing a petition.

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".

And I think that my whole life, looking back at it, I was so rooted in worldly things, in worldly values, fame, fashion and fortune and all the things that are just transient.

Whatever award is given for libel, being cross-examined by you would not make it enough money.

The facts of the matter are (that) I did not do any of the things of which I was accused by paid witnesses. But having said that, I'm not sitting here today pleading for the world to believe me because I've come to God. He knows what's in my heart; he knows the truth of the matter. And the witnesses who lied do as well.

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

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...

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