A man who calls his kinsmen to a feast does not do so to save them from starving. They all have food in their own homes. When we gather together in the moonlit village ground it is not because of the moon. Every man can see it in his own compound. We come together because it is good for kinsmen to do so.

If you're rooted to a spot, you miss a lot of the grace. So you keep moving, and this is the way I think the world's stories should be told - from many different perspectives.

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

Age was respected among his people, but achievement was revered. As the elders said, if a child washed his hands he could eat with kings.

Nobody can teach me who I am.

There is no story that is not true, [...] The world has no end, and what is good among one people is an abomination with others.