I think you travel to search and you come back home to find yourself there.

I had consumed a lot of American culture, but I was not quite prepared for the reality of American poverty.

He was already looking at their relationship through the lens of the past tense. It puzzled her, the ability of romantic love to mutate, how quickly a loved one could become a stranger. Where did the love go? Perhaps real love was familial, somehow, linked to blood, since love for children did not die as romantic love did.

You must never behave as if your life belongs to a man. Do you hear me?' Aunty Ifeka said. 'Your life belongs to you and you alone.

How [stories] are told, who tells them, when they’re told, how many stories are told — are really dependent on power.

Greatness depends on where you are coming from.

One of the things that struck me when I came to the U.S. was discovering American poverty.