It was a good place for getting lost in, a city no one ever knew, a city explored from the neutral heart outward, until after many years, it defined itself into a jumble of clearings separated by stretches of the unknown, through which the narrowest of paths had been cut.
Africans need to be kicked, that's the only thing they understand.
Judgment is contained in the act of trying to understand.
His ignorance seemed to widen with everything he read.
If a writer doesn't generate hostility, he is dead.
As a child I knew almost nothing, nothing beyond what I had picked up in my grandmother's house. All children, I suppose, come into the world like that, not knowing who they are.