If a child washed his hands, he could eat with kings.

We have heard stories about white men who make the powerful guns and the strong drinks and took slaves away across the seas, but no one thought the stories were true.

When I began going to school and learned to read, I encountered stories of other people and other lands.

And theories are no more than fictions which help us to make sense of experience and which are subject to disconfirmation when their explanations are no longer adequate.

Nobody can teach me who I am. You can describe parts of me, but who I am - and what I need - is something I have to find out myself.

I think dialects should be left alone. People should write in whatever dialect they feel they want to write. In the fullness of time, these dialects will sort themselves out.

As long as one people sit on another and are deaf to their cry, so long will understanding and peace elude all of us.