“I cannot accept the definition of collective good as articulated by a privileged minority in society, especially when that minority is in power.”

Sadness is twilight’s kiss on earth.

Let’s say there are prospects for a new Nigeria, but I don’t think we have a new Nigeria yet.

History teaches us to beware of the excitation of the liberated and the injustices that often accompany their righteous thirst for justice.

My father used to tell me stories before I fell asleep. When the children would gather, at a certain point, I had a tendency to make up my own elementary variations on stories I had heard, or to invent totally new ones.

To achieve any change in the minds of the youth, there must be reorientation in terms of materialistic tendencies, corruption and crime generally.

I never hesitated, as a student, in embracing the necessity of violence. In South Africa, I didn’t just accept it; I looked forward to it as a mission.

Religion has really spawned some monsters. It always has, historically. Go all the way back to the Inquisition, you know, the Crusades, the Jehad and so on.

Don’t take shadows too seriously. Reality is your only safety. Continue to reject illusion.

Be yourself. Ultimately just be yourself.

The youth should come together to challenge the status quo. They must not give up.

But the ultimate lesson is just sit down and write. That’s all.

Books and all forms of writing are terror to those who wish to suppress the truth.

As a global citizen, I sometimes feel like denying my identity.

Intolerance has become, I think, the reigning ideology of the world today, the intolerance versus intolerance and it’s taken on lethal proportions.

For me, justice is the prime condition of humanity.

We all have our individual artistic temperaments as well as partisanships in creative directions. And we have strong opinions on the merits of the products of our occupation.

The struggle goes on. The victory is in the struggle, for me. And I accepted that a long time ago.

The real resistance now is to an art which forces its audience to recognize and accept imaginatively.

Love. Only love can accept our differences as we journey through life. And only love can allow space for our growth.

Living every moment as if it was our first and last is a genuine life of gratitude, acceptance and wisdom.

Would Americans accept if we decided to come here and decide who your rulers should be? So why do you expect us Iranians to accept the idea that the United States shall come in there and decide who shall govern us?

As far as I know, if you take your time, write a good script and make a good film, then give the audience time, they will accept it.

When we accept life as it is, we can respond appropriately to the way we’re experiencing it, rather than just reacting out of fear and aversion.

It’s an effulgence of the mind. It’s a brightness that is truly sensitive and accepting. It’s an ability to accept life as it is.