Kenya is a mercurial character. I feel the country has a presence that can turn on its people in a very violent way.

Even though we've written epic poems and made incredible films about love, I still don't think anyone can understand what it is, or why it means everything.

I think every morning we wake up offers a new beginning, a new way of stepping into the day. I think every conversation could be a new chance.

Matters of the subconscious affect reality in ways we don't quite realize.

For Kenya: we have a chance to start again each time we meet one another. The ghosts do not need to define the future.

Every Kenyan writer has offered me something to hold onto, something to believe in.

I don't think Kenya is the only country that tries to induce amnesia - it seems to be a global phenomenon. But offenses do not die. They do not disappear.

Even if you're in charge of the grand story there's still memory. The other stories do not go away.

I can edit into infinity. It's such a joy. I'd probably edit until the last word. Until there's only one word left.

Burma evoked the lost Kenyan soldiers who served in the war. You never hear about them. There were a significant number of casualties, men who never came back home. But they're never commemorated.

I like talking to myself and making patterns out of the letters of the alphabet on blank surfaces.

Its APPOINTED to live once, you wanna live twice?....u've been DISSAPPOINTED

Turns out, you can take the girl out of the spy school, but you can never take the spy school out of the girl.

Sturdy beggars can bear stout denials.

People scream at me, "Hey, let's party." I give off an I'm-crazy-and-I-want-to-arty-and-wrestle-you vibe.

You have to have a lifestyle if you live in LA, otherwise it's deadly.

Naturally, when one makes progressive steps, there may be some who see it as a betrayal of their goals and interests.

Your father, Jo. He never loses patience, never doubts or complains, but always hopes, and works and waits so cheerfully that one is ashamed to do otherwise before him.

We are not only what we eat, but how we eat, too.

But you make me sing like a guitar humming . . .

Attentiveness is the natural prayer of the Soul.