Ngũgĩ wa Thiong'o

Kenya
Born on 5 Jan 1938
Writer

Quotes



That was one of the most rewarding things about spending nights in the open. Birds were bound to wake you up, and whether they carried good or bad luck, at least they woke you up with music.

Wizard of the Crow
There are some people, be they black or white, who don't want others to rise above them. They want to be the source of all knowledge and share it piecemeal to others less endowed. That is what's wrong with all these carpenters and men who have a certain knowledge. It is the same with rich people.
Being is one thing; becoming aware of it is a point of arrival by an awakened consciousness and this involves a journey.

In the Name of the Mother: Reflections on Writers and Empire
For I had reached a point in my life when I came to view words differently. A closer look at language could reveal the secret of life.

Wizard of the Crow
Stories, like food, lose their flavor if cooked in a hurry.

Wizard of the Crow
Your own actions are a better mirror of your life than the actions of all your enemies put together.

Wizard of the Crow
The condition of women in a nation is the real measure of its progress.

Wizard of the Crow
Our lives are a battlefield on which is fought a continuous war between the forces that are pledged to confirm our humanity and those determined to dismantle it; those who strive to build a protective wall around it, and those who wish to pull it down; those who seek to mould it and those committed to breaking it up; those who aim to open our eyes, to make us see the light and look to tomorrow (...) and those who wish to lull us into closing our eyes.
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
Essays
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
Essays