“Silence is a loud language – weapon of the wise, solace of the tired hearts.”

Pain and loneliness can be addictive, but there can also be strength in embracing it.

I have been alone for so long that having somebody feels like a strange thought. Silence has been my most loyal compassion.

Roses are red, violets are blue, star-crossed lovers – me and you.

I believe in your dreams. The sweetest words to a writer’s ears.

Starry nights calm my thoughts and whims, but it makes me ache for all the things that could have been.

Believe in the beauty of taking things slow. Beautiful things take time. Patience is elegance.

I am getting better at forgetting you. I am slowly but steadily learning the art of forgetting you.

Someday, we’re all going to be a memory. Be the kind that makes people smile when they remember you every once in a while.

I never knew I lost in love’s game until I was the only one left burning in flames.

Growth comes beyond comfort zones.

Despite all the pain from your past, may you never lose the heart to love and trust.

There are those like me, people who write selfishly. We who write for the love we lost, can’t have, or the lack thereof.

Someday, we will look back, and we won’t be ashamed.

One day, we would all be where we’re meant to be. Everything will fall into place, and we won’t have to force things or people to stay.

I hope you get through the battles you don’t tell anyone. Even if its easier said than done, I hope your heart always chooses to be kind.

The rain reminds me of what I couldn’t forget, of what we couldn’t mend, of the things I’ll forever regret.

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.

If I could pronounce the name James in any different or more elaborate way I should be in favor of doing it.

The chief virtue that language can have is clearness, and nothing detracts from it so much as the use of unfamiliar words.

It was a revelation for me, in a practical sense, that you could write in an African language and still reach an audience beyond that language through the art of translation.

Lying is the misuse of language. We know that. We need to remember that it works the other way round too.

Under its influence, wholly or in part, have blossomed weekends, strong nerves, strong legs, strong language… equality of sex, good digestion and professional occupation – in four words, the emanicipation of women.

Works of imagination should be written in very plain language; the more purely imaginative they are the more necessary it is to be plain.

Fashion is a language that creates itself in clothes to interpret reality.