I do not weep at the world I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.

When one is too old for love, one finds great comfort in good dinners.

develop, nurture and sustain the world community of writers of African descent.

It is one of the blessings of this world that few people see visions and dream dreams.

Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It's beyond me.

It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.