In saffron-colored mantle from the tides Of Oceans rose the Morning to bright light TO gods and men.
There is only one type of story in the world-your story.
We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.
You knew the sweetness of now, now, TONIGHT! who cares for tomorrow, tomorrow is nothing, yesterday is over and done, tonight live, tonight!
Writing is not a serious business. It’s a joy and a celebration. You should be having fun with it.
Memory is an illusion, nothing more. It is a fire that needs constant tending.
Stuff your eyes with wonder.
A literate world is a possible and desirable one. There are enough resources. What is now needed is the collective will of the international community to ensure that the necessary support is forthcoming.
I really like to travel when I write. Something about seeing new things and being in new cultures and environments provokes new thoughts in your head.
Both those taking snaps and documentary photographers. . . have not understood information. What they produce are camera memories, not information, and the better they do it, the more they prove the victory of the camera over the human being.
Africa is a paradox which illustrates and highlights neo-colonialism. Her earth is rich, yet the products that come from above and below the soil continue to enrich, not Africans predominantly, but groups and individuals who operate to Africa’s impoverishment.