I slammed the door in the child's face, a horrific scream trapped in my throat.

Though I knew I shouldn’t have cared, the words still hurt like pinches, and pinches can be very painful when done in the same place many times in a row.

Science fiction is the only genre that enables African writers to envision a future from our African perspective.

We cried and sobbed and wept and bled tears. But when we were finished, all we could do was continue living.

You are not crazy. You are just ready to change.

Silence is the best answer to a fool.

Use your powers for good instead of evil

Funny how all things people don’t understand seem to be ‘cursed’.

All through the night, she battled herself. Or battled to know herself. She fell apart and then put herself back together and then she fell apart again and put herself back together, over and over.

Is it not the worst pain to know there is a cure for your child's illness and then not be able to obtain it? Oh it must be the one of the worst types of pain in the world.

Flawed, imperfect creatures! That's what we both are, oga! That's what we ALL are!

We train the mind so that we can enjoy greater peace, happiness, wisdom & equanimity.

It was a slaughterhouse, the most horrific scene I have ever witnessed...

And I remember leaving my place in L.A. and - my father is a big fight fan - and I said, 'Dad, I got a couple of days off and I'm getting ready to go to Houston to sign to fight Muhammad Ali.

I'm a follower of the Christ path, and that opens a huge discussion about what we even mean by words like "Christian."

It’s not technically gossip if you start your sentence with “I’m really concerned about __________________ ,” (fill in the name of the person you’re not gossiping about).

Romanticism is precisely situated neither in choice of subject, nor exact truth, but in the way of feeling.

The trick is to age honestly and gracefully and make it look great, so that everyone looks forward to it.

Without language, one cannot talk to people and understand them; one cannot share their hopes and aspirations, grasp their history, appreciate their poetry, or savor their songs.

There is but one art, to omit.

If it were not for a goodly supply of rumors, half true and half false, what would the gossips do?