Already many of the memories of the previous two weeks had faded: the smell of that small hotel in St. Andrews; that mixture of bacon cooking for breakfast and the lavender-scented soap in the bathroo...
A prison of put-downs and belittlements.
My wife Elizabeth and I started The Really Terrible Orchestra for people like us who are pretty hopeless musicians who would like to play in an orchestra. It has been a great success. We give performa...
You can't deceive your own mother. That's the one person, the only one, to whom you will always be transparent.
YOU DO NOT CHANGE PEOPLE BY SHOUTING AT THEM
We can't have moral obligations to every single person in this world. We have moral obligations to those who we come up against, who enter into our moral space, so to speak. That means neighbors, peop...
So one might cry for everything that was wrong with the world, for all the injustice and crudity and cruelty, for all the things that are stolen from people.
She is a good housemother, that one, said Mma Ramotswe. Mma Potokwane agreed. Whenever I hear people say that the country is going to the dogs—and there are such people, you know, Mma…
Saying sorry does not make you look small—it makes you look big.
People don’t talk about mercy very much these days—it has a rather old-fashioned ring to it. but it exists and its power is quite extraordinary
Men, she thought, were odd about their clothes: they liked to wear the same things until they became defeated and threadbare.
Inside every one of us, thought Mma Ramotswe, there is the child we once were, the child that was unsure about the world and our place in it.
If people came at you and started to scratch you, then of course you had the right to sit on them.
And now, sitting in the van with Charlie, who was looking ahead of them and not really paying much attention to where they currently were, she reflected on the possibility that young men were a comple...
The names we gave to others, and the things we accused them of, often said more about us than they did about them.
Something just because everybody
There is plenty of work for love to do.
There are old mycologists and there are bold mycologists, but there are no old, bold mycologists.
The telling of a story, like virtually everything in this life, was always made all the easier by a cup of tea.
Such men knew their worth, but did not flaunt it. Such men could look anybody in the eye without flinching; even a poor man, a man with nothing, could stand upright in the presence of those who had we...