I was forced to go to Cotillion when I was in seventh grade. So I learned what fork is what and dance steps.

I see a lot of that on Tumblr - people asking advice from people they don't know. That's so odd to me. Asking an anonymous person for advice seems very odd.

You can't be wishy-washy. That's the most boring thing in the world, to be a middle-of-the-road wet noodle. That's my greatest fear, to be like, "Oh, whatever." That's just not who I am.

sometimes we have absolutely no idea where we are, we need the smallest clue to show us where to begin.

The cry of the oppressed has entered not only into my ears, but into my soul, so that while I live, I cannot hold my peace.

I've loved Michael Jackson, his music, his music videos.

Americans think African writers will write about the exotic, about wildlife, poverty, maybe AIDS. They come to Africa and African books with certain expectations.

Blame is for God and small children.

I rarely plan my research; it plans me.

People are pulled towards the best in themselves, and spotlighting the right is a much stronger approach than nagging.

When you're old, everything you do is sort of a miracle.

Worship is not something we "work up," it is something that "comes down" to us, from the character of God.

Fhairshon had a son, Who married Noah's daughter, And nearly spoil'd to Flood, By trinking up ta water: Which he would have done, I at least believe it, Had ta mixture peen Only half Glenlivet.