I Know That The Hopes Of This

The Ways In Which We Are Able To Express Courage Also Depend On The Hand Life Deals Us.

Things That We Have To Really Dare Ourselves To Do Come Quite Naturally To Others.

We Must Constantly Dare Ourselves In The Small Things, Until Courage Becomes A Habit Of Mind That Will Serve Us When We Are Unexpectedly Tested.

I Think My Ideal Man Would Speak Many Languages. He Would Speak Ibo And Yoruba And English And French And All Of The Others. He Could Speak With Any Person, Even The Soldiers, And If There Was Violence In Their Heart He Could Change It. He Would Not Have To Fight, Do You See? Maybe He Would Not Be Very Handsome, But He Would Be Beautiful When He Spoke. He Would Be Very Kind, Even If You Burned His Food Because You Were Laughing And Talking With Your Girlfriends Instead Of Watching The Cooking. He Would Just Say, 'ah, Never Mind'.

The Future Looks Like Gasoline. . . . Crude Oil . . . Is The Future Before It Has Been Refined. It Is Like A Dream Of The Future, Really, And Like Any Dream It Ends With A Rude Awakening.