The sand looked so beautiful then, so many little individual grains in the light of the night, giving the watcher the childhood feeling of infinite things finally understood, the humiliating feeling of the watcher's nothingness. — Ayi Kwei Armah Copy Share Image
The beauty was in the waking of the powerless. Is it always to be true that it is impossible to have things strong and at the same time beautiful? The famished men need not stay famished. But to gorge themselves… — Ayi Kwei Armah Copy Share Image
I did point out that I have no prophetic gifts. I write books because I tried to do something more useful and failed. Since… — Ayi Kwei Armah Copy Share Image
True, I used to see a lot of hope. I saw men tear down the veils behind which the truth had been hidden. But… — Ayi Kwei Armah Copy Share Image
The sand looked so beautiful then, so many little individual grains in the light of the night, giving the watcher the childhood feeling of… — Ayi Kwei Armah Copy Share Image
The beauty was in the waking of the powerless. Is it always to be true that it is impossible to have things strong and… — Ayi Kwei Armah Copy Share Image
Disgust with injustice may sharpen the desire for justice. Readers who don’t see this connection merely wish to be entertained, and I have neither… — Ayi Kwei Armah Copy Share Image
A mind attacked and conquered is guided easily away from the paths of its own soul. — Ayi Kwei Armah Copy Share Image
The present is where we get lost - if we forget our past and have no vision of the future — Ayi Kwei Armah Copy Share Image
How horribly rapid everything has been, from the days when men were not ashamed to talk of souls and of suffering and of hope… — Ayi Kwei Armah Copy Share Image
Where I come from revolution is the only creation, and the revolutionary the only artist. — Ayi Kwei Armah Copy Share Image
“others devoted to life will surely find that between the creation of life and the destruction of the destroyers there is no difference but… — Ayi Kwei Armah Copy Share Image
When you can see the end of things even in their beginnings, there's no more hope, unless you want to pretend, or forget, or… — Ayi Kwei Armah Copy Share Image
