The man that brings ant-infested faggots into his hut should not grumble when lizards begin to pay him a visit.

I believe in the complexity of the human story, and that there's no way you can tell that story in one way and say, 'this is it.' Always there will be someone who can tell it differently depending on where they are standing ... this is the way I think the world's stories should be told: from many different perspectives.

There is that great proverb — that until the lions have their own historians, the history of the hunt will always glorify the hunter.

Mosquito [...] had asked Ear to marry him, whereupon Ear fell on the floor in uncontrollable laughter. "How much longer do you think you will live?" she asked. "You are already a skeleton." Mosquito went away humiliated, and any time he passed her way he told Ear that he was still alive.

The world is like a Mask dancing. If you want to see it well, you do not stand in one place.

If you ask me, Now, is it your best book? I would say, I don't really know. I wouldn't even want to say. And I'd even go on and say, I don't even think so.

When the moon is shining the cripple becomes hungry for a walk