“Let me teach you the language of love you’ve never spoken.”

You are allowed to change your mind.

You loved me in a glasshouse.

The truth is I would drown In your depths if you’d let me.

Peace on earth starts with peace within.

They say eyes don’t lie, but I mistook the distance in your eyes for depth.

How unfair that I can force my hands to let go before they are ready but not my heart.

I wonder what it would be like if I took care of my body as well as I take care of your memory.

Its awfully funny how you think I’m fine.

I was only in love with the way you made me feel.

I love you, and I’m so sorry I don’t know how to.

Poetry was my gateway drug to you.

Please be gentle with me I am trying to forget what I can’t remember.

Love me or leave me but don’t leave me in love.

I am laden with body memories from lifetimes I don’t remember.

I’m not unreasonable I just think it’s very reasonable you would fall in love with me.

It seems to me a cruelty beauty and tragedies are lovers.

If a novel is written in a certain language with certain characters from a particular community and the story is very good or illuminating, then that work is translated into the language of another community.

In the original language, ‘Fear the Lord’ doesn’t mean be afraid. It means sustaining a joyful, astonished awe, and wonder before Him.

In India the odd thing is that English is this almost artificial language floating on the surface of a place with about fifty other languages. The same is true of Nigeria but even more so.

The media must be used effectively to reach the masses. You have to find a new language in which to address the people and demonstrate what is possible.

To have suffered much is like knowing many languages. Thou hast learned to understand all.

Language fits over experience like a straight-jacket.

He could hardly read or write but his heart spoke the language of the good

Writing in African languages became a topic of discussion in conferences, in schools, in classrooms; the issue is always being raised – so it’s no longer “in the closet,” as it were. It’s part of the discussion going on about the future of African literature.