Roots is not just a saga of my family. It is the symbolic saga of a people.

Is this how you repay my goodness--with badness?” cried the boy. “Of course,” said the crocodile out of the corner of his mouth. “That is the way of the world.

In the bush, trust no one you don't know.

Anytime you see a turtle up on top of a fence post, you know he had some help.

I wasn't going to be one of those people who died wondering what if? I would keep putting my dreams to the test - even though it meant living with uncertainty and fear of failure. This is the shadowland of hope, and anyone with a dream must learn to live there.

I look at my books the way parents look at their children. The fact that one becomes more successful than the others doesn't make me love the less successful one any less.

Every time an old person dies, it's like a library burning down.