“The story of Zenia ought to begin when Zenia began. It must have been someplace long ago and distant in space, thinks Tony; someplace bruised, and very tangled. A European print, hand-tinted, ochre-coloured, with dusty sunlight and a lot of bushes in it- bushes with thick leaves and ancient twisted roots, behind which, out of sight in the undergrowth and hinted at only by a boot protruding, or a slack hand, something ordinary but horrifying is taking place.”
“Have you ever been homesick for someplace that doesn'tactually exist anymore? Someplace that exists only in yourmind?”
“If it wasn’t for all those silver wings spread out to help you on your journey, you would’a been dead or someplace screamin’ in a nut house a long time ago.”
“I nearly forced my own way through the undergrowth to leave the sight behind. I was afraid I'd encouraged the figure to advance by trying to see it, perhaps even by thinking about it. ("The Long Way")”
“A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, unless it is the burning bush, in that case the value of your bird just went up!!”
“They say you can take someone who was born in Africa out of the bush but you can't take the bush out of someone born there....”