I've always been extremely physically active.

A zombie apocalypse isn't the most jovial situation.

I got an M.F.A. in acting from NYU, and part of our training is to learn how to use swords in combat situations in a performance and Shakespeare plays where you have to fight.

If you're a fighter, you recognize a fighter.

I write about African women, that's really my topic. I have no shame or qualm in it because it's a very underrepresented topic, which is part of the reason I started to write.

People with nothing to hide don't usually feel the need to say so.

I always used to say hybrids would rule the world - people who have an understanding of many cultures and can relate to them with ease. And then along came Obama.

My favorite TV shows are Orange Is the New Black, House of Cards, Modern Family, and Veep.

You look at women like Lena Dunham, you look at how women are kind of crafting their own space on the screen. I want to add to that.

My assumption is I'm not going to be recognized. But when I am, I'm like, "Dang, you know who I am?" I always think I look so different.

Zimbabweans are so smart and witty and able to weave together tons of situations and experiences into terminologies that are just utterly original.

Your money myth affects your gain and luck.In economics, illusion of money affects wealth.

Once upon a time I thought I could change stories, make them go the way I wanted, instead of where they actually went.

It's shameful for a devil to be good.

Do not protect yourself by a fence but rather by your friends.

I treat my relationships like marriages. The ceremony isn't that important to me.

My first holiday to San Francisco in 1998-99 was supposed to be a two-week vacation but I ended up staying five weeks and nearly didn't come home.

Chris Rock is a good friend of mine, and he is hysterical.

The cynic is his own worst enemy. It requires far less skill to run a wrecking company than it does to be an architect.

The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have know a better day.

Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!