Quotes from Ben Okri

He thought about how the camera makes one fall in love with an image of oneself, and perpetuates a false reality.

When we've been travelling around I've often thought: Oh, this would be a good place to be, and that would be an excellent place to live. And yet, after I've seen everything I've decided that home, wherever that may be, is the place for feelings of peace. And if I can be at peace with myself then that is the most important thing. I think travelling teaches one that.

Can you understand what the rats are saying?" "No. But I can kill them." "Why?" "Because they are never satisfied. They are like bad politicians and imperialists and rich people." "How?" "They eat up property. They eat up everything in sight. And one day when they are very hungry they will eat us up.

The only power poor people have is their hunger.

That's good. Life is full of riddles that only the dead can answer," was Dad's reply.

When we yearn, our yearning comes through from deep below. It comes from a deep remembering, from the forgotten dreams of our mingled ancestry. You are my yearning. And this is the night, long ago, when our stars first met. They are together now, in the heavens, shedding a beautiful radiance on this night. They are weaving enchantments for us so that we may step through the invisible mirror in the air and enter the fairy-tale we are meant to live, but which we forgot.

we need a new miracle of being human. we need a new miracle of being alive.

After a while, when nothing happened, when no reprisals fell on us, it seemed that nothing significant had happened. Some of us began to distrust our memories. We began to think that we had collectively dreamt up the fevers of that night. It wouldn't be the first or the last time. Meanwhile, the river of wild jaguars flowed below the surface of our hungry roads.

In a world where no one listens, where no one seems to care, where hatred is greater than love, where hearts are hardened by vengeance and pride, where violence is preferable to peace, what else is there for him to do but heal the wounded, and bury the dead, in a war that could go on forever?

inverse of the word live is evil.

He danced there like an overturned centipede.

The antimony on their features was set on silvery fire by the intensity of the moon. And their bodies, solid and quivering and half-naked, were like ancient memories of a mystical time without boundaries when it was possible to enter the consciousness of a cornseed and foretell the harvest to come.

Naturally, the quality of language changed. Certain words became suspicious and vanished from public life. Words like 'hope', 'rights', 'truth'. Anyone heard uttering those words found empty spaces around them. It wasn't long before anyone using the word 'freedom' was suspected of harbouring dangerous intentions.

There was a long silence as we swam around in the strange currents of Dad's words.

Things she had said started to come back to him. How she out-stared a snake in the backyard. How the soldiers would stop buses and commandeer a woman at the slightest whim. How one day, as she was daydreaming in the office, three male-spirits came in through the walls and, with their heads facing backwards, tried to force her to make love to them.

I was happy for him. He did not have a sunken molue in his brain. Rastafarians and diseased children didn't torment him. He hadn't been a salesman of nightmares- he had only ever been their administrator.

I also knew that because he was safely on the right side, the strongest side, he would never understand what it was like to live with seven corpses in your dreams, to live with women eaten by ringworm, or children bursting with stomach worms.

She understood that the truth of things was upside down. She grasped that those who thought they knew were ignorant, that those who thought they had power were powerless, and that those who thought they knew themselves were in great darkness.

No one in the house had seen books for generations. We didn't even know what they were. We'd only heard that they were poisonous and that they ruined the mind, and that no one was to have anything to do with them.".

People who look like human beings are not human beings. Strange people are amongst us. We must be careful. Our lives are changing. Our gods are silent. Our ancestors are silent. A great something is going to come from the sky and change the face of the earth.

They made me think. Everything has to fight to live. Rats work very hard. If we are not careful they will inherit the earth.

Don't fear. You will always have something to struggle for, even if it is beauty or joy.

The school-children were in their uniforms. A cock crowed repeatedly. Mum got her tray together. I was ready for school. Mum went down the street, swaying, moving a little sleepily, with one more burden added to her life. She was merely a detail in the poverty of our area.

Strange things are happening to us.''To our children.''They say he is looking for the spirit of Independence.''They say he is looking for himself.''For his own spirit.''Which he lost when the white man came.