"We are all searchers for a tiny place in God’s corner to shelter us for a time from treacherous winds and rains and drought. This was all that I had wanted him to see: that the force he sought could only be found in the blood of the Lamb."

"Too much fear breeds misery in the land.""

"Religion is the alcohol of the soul! / Religion is the poison of the mind!"

"Aren't they the real bedbugs, / Local watchmen for the foreign robbers? / When they see a poor man’s property their mouths water, / When they get their own, their mouths dry up! / Don’t they have any lands / They can share with these foreigners / Whom they have invited back into the country / To desecrate the land?"

"I’ll always help this organization, / With my strength and property, / I’ll help members of this organization, / So that if a bean falls to the ground / We split it among ourselves"

"It’s all the modern children. / They have no manners at all."

"The difference between then and now is this! / We now have our independence!"

"It’s better to sometimes cover up our eating habits,Rather than show the poor our mastications!"

"Poverty has no heroes, / He who judges knows not how he will be judged."

"Any writer of any worth at all hopes to play only a pocket-torch of light - and rarely, through genius, a sudden flambeau - into the bloody yet beautiful labyrinth of human experience, of being."

"Writers themselves don't analyze what they do; to analyze would be to look down while crossing a canyon on a tightrope."

"Sorry!I shall marry when I want.Nobody will force me into it!"

"Nothing factual that I write or say will be as truthful as my fiction."

"Perhaps there is no other way of reaching some understanding of being than through art? Writers themselves don't analyze what they do; to analyze would be to look down while crossing a canyon on a tightrope. To say this is not to mystify the process of writing but to make an image out of the intense inner concentration the writer must have to cross the chasms of the aleatory and make them the word's own, as an explorer plants a flag."

"Humans, the only self-regarding animals, blessed or cursed with this torturing higher faculty, have always wanted to know why."

"What do you want to do with that title-deed? / Why do you always gaze at it / As if it was a title for a thousand ares."

"Go and fetch water from the drum outside, / You know the one near the pig-sty."

"Revenge is a poison, Dèmi. Drink it and you can destroy your enemies, but you will die long before you see them take their last breaths."

"The first queen spared the life of her brother, reasoning that a good ruler must be willing to die for the people and show mercy when needed. It’s a beautiful story . . . but this is an ugly day. There will be no mercy from me."

"My father once told me that truth has many faces, mouths that help us see more clearly. But justice has only one face—a sword for those who warrant it, whether they be the victims of yesterday or the victors of today."

"Just because we donʼt understand others doesnʼt mean they deserve our ridicule or hatred."

"the new global economy has to be seen as a complex, overlapping, disjunctive order that cannot any longer be understood in terms of existing center-periphery models"

"Fear is a strange master. It makes monsters from the simplest of me."

"the ever-constant struggles,actions,and constructions the decolonial pedagogies that fissure or crack the modern/colonial matrix of power"

"Protector of women"

"are products of a profound sense of entitlement"

"the money she was bringing in eased some of the stringencies in their life"

"As the women for whose image she sewed were inclined to take someone outside their social circle into confidences about their lives she was herself beguiled in turn to confess"

"I make myself a promise then—never again. I will never live so powerlessly, shackle myself, for people who wouldnʼt even care if I die tonight."

"tell it to the desert; that is safe”"

"The trumpet of the masses has been blown."

"had more women coming to be clothed by her” than she could accommodate"

"Only in the prescient dimension of the imagination could I bring together what had been deliberately broken and fragmented; fit together the shapes of living experience, my own and that of others, without which a whole consciousness is not attainable. I had to be part of the transformation of my place in order for it to know me."

"Several times Waves passed over our heads, but they fell back the next instant. We were drenched, we were numbed, we were blinded, we were deafened; but always we were saved."

"Suddenly I saw in front of me the Statue of the Faun, the Statue that I love above all others. There was his calm, faintly smiling face; there was his forefinger gently pressed to his lips. [...] Hush! he told me. Be comforted!"

"the Theory of Other Worlds. Simply put, it said that when knowledge or power went out of this world it did two things: first, it created another place; and second, it left a hole, a door between this world where it had once existed and the new place it had made."

"The truth is a strange thing. It is often hidden in plain sight, but we are blind to it."

"There are many truths in the world, and they are not always compatible."

"The world is not what it seems. It is a reflection of our own minds."

"I am not sure who I am. I am not sure if I have always been here, or if I have come from somewhere else."

"The world is a series of rooms, and there is no end to them."

"The world is a beautiful place, even in its darkness."

"The only way to escape from the world is to create our own."

"I have a very bad memory, and I am often confused about what is real and what is not."

"Responsibility is what awaits outside the Eden of Creativity."

"Exile as a mode of genius no longer exists; in place of Joyce we have the fragments of work appearing in Index on Censorship."

"The gap between the committed and the indifferent is a Sahara whose faint trails, followed by the mind's eye only, fade out in sand."

"Learning to write sent me falling, falling through the surface of the South African way of life."

"Rebirth. I mean by this simply what happens when the child begins to realise the fact that the black does not enter through the white’s front door is not in the same category as the fact that the dead will never come back."

"Mumbling obeisance to abhorrence of apartheid is like those lapsed believers who cross themselves when entering a church."