. . . God gave you just one mouth but He gave you two ears, so you should listen twice as much as you speak
My grandfather is Portuguese. He betrayed what was expected of him and married my grandmother of African descent on my father's side.
Once I became historically aware, I realized there are these formative moments of history tied around tragedy and disaster and sacrifice, that led people to survive and take stock and move on with some kind of notion of betterment.
Whenever I went to an historical moment that was sad or where something terrible happened, it was, for me, a learning moment, a teaching moment for those who survived.
I usually feel something before I know it.
People were always hungry, bullied, afraid, paranoid - so I just thought I'd show that in the novel in a kind of suffocating way.
There's an imperative to make sure you distinguish fiction from the fact, because if the fact is doing the work, why did you do fiction? And once you raise the question of why - why do fiction? - then you have to answer it in your text as a kind of enactment of the answer.
Nought endures but change.
When most people see a tree, they don't see a tree at all. They see an idea that they have developed of what a tree is.
Let's all pretend to be someone else, and then perhaps we'll find out who we are.
We may be sure that it is the love of God only that can make us come out of self. If His powerful hand did not sustain us, we should not know how to take the first step in that direction.