I know that the fantastic amount of profit that people want to make on anything is damaging. And that none of us seem able to resist it.

I wouldn't mind being labeled as "angry," if it wasn't used once again to denigrate and belittle.

I was then at the height of my two-facedness: that is, outside I seemed one way, inside I was another; outside false, inside true.

I don't feel I'm angry. I feel as though I'm describing something true. If I had stabbed my husband, I could understand being called "angry." If I had an affair with my husband's best friend and written about that experience, I could see the anger. But I'm not doing that.

A tourist is an ugly human being.

I'm writing out of desperation. I felt compelled to write to make sense of it to myself - so I don't end up saying peculiar things like 'I'm black and I'm proud.' I write so I don't end up as a set of slogans and clichés.

I come from the small island of Antigua and I always wanted to write; I just didn't know that it was possible.