The higher you go, the fewer women there are.

Because of writers like Chinua Achebe and Camara Laye … I realized that people like me, girls with skin the color of chocolate, whose kinky hair could not form ponytails, could also exist in literature.

This was love: a string of coincidences that gathered significance and became miracles.

I recently spoke at a university where a student told me it was such a shame that Nigerian men were physical abusers like the father character in my novel. I told him that I had recently read a novel called American Psycho,and that it was a shame that young Americans were serial murderers.

I live half the year in Nigeria, the other half in the U.S. But home is Nigeria - it always will be. I consider myself a Nigerian who is comfortable in the world. I look at it through Nigerian eyes.

There are some things that are so unforgivable that they make other things easily forgivable.

She rested her head against his and felt, for the first time, what she would often feel with him: a self-affection. He made her like herself.