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

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.

Silence is the best answer to a fool.

Use your powers for good instead of evil

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

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!

And as the players tried to take the field, the Marching Band refused to yield.

Things are finally starting to calm down and be the way they're supposed to be. I think things happen for a reason.

There are only two great currents in the history of mankind: the baseness which makes conservatives and the envy which makes revolutionaries.

‎You only lose that which you cling to.

Look, it's my misery that I have to paint this kind of painting, it's your misery that you have to love it, and the price of the misery is thirteen hundred and fifty dollars.

Changing your attitude has a curative effect... Maybe you can go directly to a change of mind, a change of attitude.

We can only know where we're going if we know where we've been.

Spending years studying at university only to find out at the end of it all that you're unemployable.

It was easier for me to think of a world without a creator than of a creator loaded with all the contradictions of the world.

O, swear not by the moon, the fickle moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable