A world without delight and without affection is a world destitute of value.
For Kenya: we have a chance to start again each time we meet one another. The ghosts do not need to define the future.
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.
I think every morning we wake up offers a new beginning, a new way of stepping into the day. I think every conversation could be a new chance.
Matters of the subconscious affect reality in ways we don't quite realize.
Even if you're in charge of the grand story there's still memory. The other stories do not go away.
Every Kenyan writer has offered me something to hold onto, something to believe in.
Sometimes a journey arises out of hope and instinct, the heady conviction, as your finger travels along the map: Yes, here and here. . . and here. These are the nerve-ends of the world.
There is an odd synchronicity in the way parallel lives veer to touch one another, change direction, and then come close again and again until they connect and hold for whatever it was that fate intended to happen.
I am a person who goes out without a purse.
The civilized world has a common stake in defeating the terrorists.