Making A Book Is Such A Big

I Often Wonder What Would Have Happened To Me If I Hadn't Made That Decision. I Suppose I Would Have Sunk. I Suppose I Would Have Found Some Kind Of Hole And Tried To Hide Or Pass. After All, We Make Ourselves According To The Ideas We Have Of Our Possibilities. I Would Have Hidden In My Hole And Been Crippled By My Sentimentality, Doing What I Was Doing, And Doing It Well, But Always Looking For The Wailing Wall. And I Would Never Have Seen The World As The Rich Place That It Is. You Wouldn't Have Seen Me Here In Africa, Doing What I Do.

I Feel That At Any Stage Of My Literary Career It Could Have Been Said That The Last Book Contained All The Others.

I'm My Own Writer. My Material Means I'm Entirely Separate.

Africa Has No Future.

Africans Need To Be Kicked, That's The Only Thing They Understand.