A good hunter is like a whore, you can smell one a mile of. - Ferdinand Oyono

There are two worlds," said Baklu, "ours is a world of respect and mystery and magic. Their world brings everything in the daylight, even the things that weren't meant to be.

Before them, the statue of Holy person Subside, who had been so darkened by the climate that he could have gone for an African, was roosted dubiously on a sort of steeple at such an edge, that it looked as though in a little while he would come toppling down.

Our ancestors used to say you must escape when the water is still only up to the knees.