You, quote, find your voice, unquote, when you are able to invent this one character who resembles you, obviously, and probably is more like you than anyone else on earth, but is not the equivalent to you.

All I wanted was to be a pea of being inside the green pod of time.

And strangely enoughthe only emotion I ever feel, is what the beaver must feel, as he bears each stick to his hidden construction, which creates the tranquil pond and gives the mallards somewhere to paddle, and the pair of swans a place to conceal their young

And I should mention the light which falls through the big windows this time of day italicizing everything it touches.

Every Day Is for the Thief is a vivid, episodic evocation of the truism that you can't go home again; but that doesn't mean you're not free to try. A return to his native Nigeria plunges Cole's charming narrator into a tempest of chaos, contradiction, and kinship in a place both endearingly familiar and unnervingly strange. The result is a tale that engages and disturbs.

I stared up at the ebbing quarter moon and the stars scattered like a handful of salt across the faraway sky.

Poetry is like standing on the edge of a lake on a moonlit night and the light of the moon is always pointing straight at you.