“We held each other the entire night, no words spoken but the still, silent night uttered so much.”

“Words just confused things -- when they held each other like this, it made so much more sense.”

“We taste and suckle each other, and I'm so thirsty he could feed me his kiss all night and I'd still be dying in the desert.”

“...this woman, moved by some private sorrow as much as the words being spoken, cried almost silently, unobserved by others, apart from Mma Ramotswe, who stretched out her hand and laid it on her shoulder. Do not cry, Mma, she began to whisper, but changed her words even as she uttered them, and said quietly, Yes, you can cry, Mma. We should not tell people not to weep - we do it because of our sympathy for them - but we should really tell them that their tears are justified and entirely right.”

“They said a lot of things to each other that night, but nothing that involved words.”

“...and the night was comfortably warm as the soft filtered light continued to push the darkness into the shadows as they held each other and kissed and pushed each others darkness into the corner, believing in each others light, each others dream.”