I am indebted to anyone who has ever written anything. I am indebted to the unknown carver of pictograms on a gallery of stone panels, which I encountered and stood in silence before on top of a distant odd-shaped hill in northern Kenya. For whatever reason the muses have most unexpectedly invited me to join this immense procession. I am humbled and delighted.

For Kenya: we have a chance to start again each time we meet one another. The ghosts do not need to define the future.

I get turned on by the idea of an essence - finding the essence of the thing.

I come from a culture that has refined the art of the dirge to a sublime level.

I don't think Kenya is the only country that tries to induce amnesia - it seems to be a global phenomenon. But offenses do not die. They do not disappear.

Matters of the subconscious affect reality in ways we don't quite realize.

Even if you're in charge of the grand story there's still memory. The other stories do not go away.