Athol Fugard

"It doesn't have to be that way. There something called progress, you know. We don't exactly burn people at the stake anymore.

Sam: But don’t let me see it. The secret is to make it look easy. Ballroom must look happy, Willie, not like hard work. It must Ja!It must look like romance.

I think I spent more time in there with you chaps than anywhere else in that dump. And do you blame me? Nothing but bloody misery wherever you went."

All you've got to do is stand up and walk away from it.

Anybody who thinks there's nothing wrong with this world needs to have his head examined. Just when things are going all right, without fail someone or something will come along and spoil everything. Somebody should write that down as a fundamental law of the Universe. The principle of perpetual disappointment. If there is a God who created this world, he should scrap it and try again.

He certainly was trying to teach people to get the steps right.

I'm all right on oppression.

A hint of water, a whisper of foam. Long, white tails streaming behind them as they twist and turn in the bay.

Yes! That's what all our talk about a decent world has been... just so much bullshit.""We did say it was still only a dream.""And a bloody useless one at that. Life's a fuck-up and it's never going to change.

Tolstoy may have educated his peasants, but I've educated you.

Life is just a plain bloody mess, that's all. And people are fools.

Mr. Sam was our father. He knew about our dreams and ambitions.