Chinua Achebe

An old woman is always uneasy when dry bones are mentioned in a proverb

When the moon is shining the cripple becomes hungry for a walk

If I hold her hand she says, ‘Don’t touch!’ If I hold her foot she says ‘Don’t touch!’ But when I hold her waist-beads she pretends not to know.

There is no story that is not true, [...] The world has no end, and what is good among one people is an abomination with others.

Africa is people" may seem too simple and too obvious to some of us. But I have found in the course of my travels through the world that the most simple things can still givwe us a lot of trouble, even the brightest among us: this is particularly so in matters concerning Africa.

...when we are comfortable and inattentive, we run the risk of committing grave injustices absentmindedly.

While we do our good works let us not forget that the real solution lies in a world in which charity will have become unnecessary.

Charity . . . is the opium of the privileged.

It is only the story...that saves our progeny from blundering like blind beggars into the spikes of the cactus fence.The story is our escort;without it,we are blind.Does the blind man own his escort?No,neither do we the story;rather,it is the story that owns us.