I'm a story teller. I really know how to tell stories of Africa.

Your brain is your greatest weapon. Connect it to your heart, and you can go anywhere.

It is proven that when women are educated, the ability of the country goes up immediately.

I don't care about skin the color, everybody is a human being. Beneath every skin color, you bleed red. That's just the bottom line of the truth.

It doesn't matter what challenge you face, the most important thing is, when you fall, how you rise and how high you want to go, where you want to go from that rise on.

You cannot transform the society of people if the people are not part of the change.

You have to stand for something or you fall for everything.

From the moment you are clear in your vision of yourself and how you project that vision in your family, your community and in the world, that's all that matters.

Dream big, as long as you do it in sync with your truth, with your heart, your brain. And you are not hurting anybody, go ahead and do it.

My legacy is not only about legacy, it's about how we as a human family learn to live together within our difference.

I don't like the idea of something being pure. It means we have to be perfect, I don't want to be perfect.

The Senator from Massachusetts has given us ample grounds to doubt the judgment and the attitude he brings to bear on vital issues of national security.

I had kept opaque Down deeper than the canyons undersea The sullen spectrum of a buried lake Nobody saw; not seen even by me.

Britain gets the architecture it deserves. We don’t value architecture, we don’t take it seriously, we don’t want to pay for it and the architect isn’t trusted.

He's a leader and is offering lessons in beautiful football. He has something different to any other player in the world.

The imagination never dies.

When I look back at the Christian faith, I see that we have had to retranslate, almost reinvent ourselves a number of times.

When we fill our thoughts with right things, the wrong ones have no room to enter

But when Bumby nursed, his fist clutching the fabric of my robe, his eyes soft and bottomless and locked on mine, as if I were the very heart of his universe, I couldn't help but melt into him.

The Irish are a fair people: They never speak well of one another.

Can a selfish egocentric jealous and unimaginative female write a damn thing worthwhile?