...when we are comfortable and inattentive, we run the risk of committing grave injustices absentmindedly.

Men have learned to shoot without missing their mark and I have learned to fly without perching on a twig.

Those whose kernels were cracked by benevolent spirit should not forget to be humble.

My parents were early converts to Christianity in my part of Nigeria. They were not just converts; my father was an evangelist, a religious teacher. He and my mother traveled for thirty-five years to different parts of Igboland, spreading the gospel.

I have found that I work best when I am at home in Nigeria. But one learns to work in other places.

When an old man dies, a library burns to the ground.

I couldn't tell you why but now I know a story is in fact where you discover who you are, where a culture discovers what it is and I just think that this is a terribly important place to get into and that I would enjoy it.