The breezes of the West African night were intimate and shy, licking the hair, sweeping through cotton dresses with unseemly intimacy, then disappearing into the utter blackness.

I think we ought to give ourselves more time. We should be more patient with ourselves and with each other.

If you have, give. If you learn, teach.

Love recognizes no barriers.

All knowledge is spendable currency, depending on the market.

Everybody in the world wants the same thing...to be needed...a job that he/she can do well...to love somebody...Everybody...There's no mystery.

When I look back, I am so impressed again with the life-giving power of literature.