How can I come from a nation? How can a human being come from a concept?

I read recently that the problem with stereotypes isn't that they are inaccurate, but that they're incomplete. And this captures perfectly what I think about contemporary African literature. The problem isn't that it's inaccurate, it's that it's incomplete.

The thing that comes most frequently to me on yoga retreats is excruciating pain in my hips.

As a writer, one is obliged to release her words, to let them live in the world on their own.

The big ideas always come in flashes. I don't really craft stories that much. I genuinely don't know where these people come from and I've often wondered if writing is just a socially acceptable form of madness.

When writing screenplays, it's a matter of remembering to leave off the page anything and everything that doesn't appear on the screen.

I live in Rome and five minutes from my flat is a church where you can walk in and see this beautiful Caravaggio. Just the way this man uses dark paint: dark to create dark to create dark, the layering of the darkness in his work. I just race home: I want to create!