I think most people when you say slavery tend to see a group of anonymous people pulling cotton sacks in great plantation fields, and that is largely true.

I tell younger writers that indeed it is devastating to be rejected. You feel like the bottom dropped out of your world.

In all of us there is a hunger, marrow-deep, to know our heritage- to know who we are and where we have come from. Without this enriching knowledge, there is a hollow yearning. No matter what our attainments in life, there is still a vacuum, an emptiness, and the most disquieting loneliness.

History is written by winners.

In all of us there is a hunger, marrow-deep, to know our heritage, to know who we are and where we came from.

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

We all suffer. If a man's wise, he learns from it.