Whatever I do in life, I'm almost always aware that there's another way to do it.

That there should be a purpose to suffering, that a person should be chosen for it, special - these are houses of the mind, in which whole peoples have found shelter.

I think that there is a bias in the current literary climate, which is not only very Western but very male.

It's a matter of whether you see the self as fundamentally in relationship to other selves or not - whether you see the boundary between self and the world as relatively permeable, which makes you "interdependent" (collectivist) in outlook, or relatively impermeable, which makes you "independent" (individualistic).

Whatever I do in life, I'm almost always aware that there's another way to do it.

A white person was by definition somebody. Other people needed, across their hearts, one steel rib.

I'm trying to give people an idea of what black looks like and what white looks like before I introduce them to gray.