I like talking to myself and making patterns out of the letters of the alphabet on blank surfaces.

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.

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

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.

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

Even if we want to eradicate our ghosts, our dead, our murdered, even if you erase a name and the record of the existence of a person, somebody remembers.

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.