In every encounter between human beings there is a pace set that belongs to them, and that will be taken up in its own rhythm whenever they are toget… - Nadine Gordimer

Breathe.
Breath. A baby, a chicken hatching-the first imperative is to breathe.
Breathless.
Breathe! Out of this concentration, in which he forgets even the rhythm of his feet, is a bellows pumped by the command, the admonition, the slap on the bottom that shocks the baby into inhalation-comes his second wind. Unless you go out like this, morning and evening, you never know what no one can remember, that first discovery of independent life: I can breathe. (beginning of "Keeping Fit")

The equidistant sea and sky were divided for her by the line of gravity like an hour-glass, through which a ship wrapped in pink-mauve haze passed from one element to the other, coming down over the horizon

I am an African. I am white. I, in my humble way, and others in their much more brave way, have earned that right.