Artists are here to disturb the peace.

When the white man came to Africa, the white man had the Bible and the African had the land, but now it is the white man who is being, reluctantly and bloodily, separated from the land, and the African who is still attempting to digest or to vomit up the Bible.

... every human being is an unprecedented miracle.

Any writer, I suppose, feels that the world into which he was born is nothing less than a conspiracy against the cultivation of his talent.

One cannot deny the humanity of another without diminishing one's own.

Hatred is always self hatred, and there is something suicidal about it.

Allegiance, after all, has to work two ways; and one can grow weary of an allegiance which is not reciprocal.