At Some Point You Just Have To

Sad Words Are Just Another Beauty. A Sad Story Means, This Storyteller Is Alive. The Next Thing You Know Something Fine Will Happen To Her, Something Marvelous, And Then She Will Turn Around And Smile.

This Thing With Being Lovers, It Isn't Like Being Married.

I Planned How I Would Kill Myself In The Time Of Churchill (stand Under Bombs), Victoria (throw Myself Under A Horse), And Henry The Eighth (marry Henry The Eighth)- Little Bee

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'.

Yet War Doesn't End With Armistice, It Only Ends With Forgiveness And Reconciliation.