Abel Muranda fought off furious red ants with mandibles that could cut through a miser's padlock.

Your eyes betray a sadness that only a worthy man can conjure, but never solve

... the poor always live on debt. At this point, time is the only thing I still have the credibility to borrow.

.... does a fair trial necessarily amount to a fair outcome?

Professor, when people say such things after impossibility smacks them in the face, we call it denial

... cynicism is the only tool that can scrape away the tint off rose-coloured glasses.

He had the muscular definition of a man who had spent his life restraining elephants in heat.

I appreciate the gesture, but you don't have to undress in order to apologize

Never is a man more proud than when he shuffles paper in front of an illiterate person.

Blood is a reservoir of delights. It is a treasure trove for those who know what to look for, and how to isolate it from the rest of the junk. I know how to do both.

The funnel of my family’s salvation must continue narrowing towards the gallows. That journey cannot begin at the parted tips of another woman’s toes

The choice is not between violence and nonviolence but between nonviolence and nonexistence.

You can not be the judge of another's wishes. If you love someone, you must believe that they know what is best for themselves.

I cannot persuade myself that a beneficent and omnipotent God would have designedly created parasitic wasps with the express intention of their feeding within the living bodies of Caterpillars.

A people who have suffered so much for so long at the hands of a racist society must draw the line somewhere.

A fact must be assimilated with, or discriminated fromm, some other fact or facts, in order to be raised to the dignity of a truth, and made to convey the least knowledge to the mind.

If you work outdoors be passive, go with the weather. This may mean two hours sheltering from a downpour, followed by a wonderful burst of sunlight and a rainbow.

Picture books are an emotional medium. They need to make us feel something.

What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood?

It is the action of bodies on bodies, not bodies on minds, which the crowd enjoys.

It is through symbols that man consciously or unconsciously lives, works and has his being.