Even though we've written epic poems and made incredible films about love, I still don't think anyone can understand what it is, or why it means everything.

Novel-writing is a settling, lovely space. I call it self-indulgent - I feel mildly guilty about it.

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

Burma evoked the lost Kenyan soldiers who served in the war. You never hear about them. There were a significant number of casualties, men who never came back home. But they're never commemorated.

The young readers I have interacted with carry old concerns repackaged in the skin of a new generation: puzzlement over continuous national moral failings, contradictions with the elders, nostalgia for a nonexistent Kenyan past.

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 can edit into infinity. It's such a joy. I'd probably edit until the last word. Until there's only one word left.