Kenya is an immense land with a capacity for healing.

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.

For Kenya: we have a chance to start again each time we meet one another. The ghosts do not need to define the future.

Every Kenyan writer has offered me something to hold onto, something to believe in.

I don't think Kenya is the only country that tries to induce amnesia - it seems to be a global phenomenon. But offenses do not die. They do not disappear.

Even if you're in charge of the grand story there's still memory. The other stories do not go away.

I can edit into infinity. It's such a joy. I'd probably edit until the last word. Until there's only one word left.

Burma evoked the lost Kenyan soldiers who served in the war. You never hear about them. There were a significant number of casualties, men who never came back home. But they're never commemorated.

I like talking to myself and making patterns out of the letters of the alphabet on blank surfaces.

We are inter-dependence and co-dependence upon one another.

Words are the tools we use to express our reality.

He who loves lies suffers from no disease than lies! He who believes in and acts upon lies suffers from no disease than ignorance!

Even though language has its richness the relationship between language and the writer is always like a stone and you have to make the stone human.

Religion I have defined as "Another of those numerous failures resulting from an attempt to popularize art".

Each time that you don't know you are choosing, then of those choices you are not the chooser.

It's something that you have to experience in your life, but I think my first kiss, I was 7 and it was really yucky.

I think the story only really comes alive on the set.

As a novelist you have just unlimited budget, total creative control. You really get to have your cake - all the cake - and then you can have a second cake if you wanted to.

Dignity and majesty have I seen but once, as it stood in chains, at midnight, in a dungeon in an obscure village of Missouri.