Ben Okri Quotes

Ever eating, never cloying, All-devouring, all-destroying Never finding full repast, Till I eat the world at last.

Security isn't what I hunger for. I hunger for change. I hunger for connection.

To eat is to appropriate by destruction.

Every exit is an entry somewhere else.

I'm hungry. I'm ready to grow.

Love is definitely a foundation, a spiritual connection that makes peace. Also it is the change in the world. People don't get so hung up on it any more as they used to. They feel that it can be secondary in some instances.

Without love, violence will change the world; it will change it into a more violent one.

Appetite, a universal wolf.

Revolution requires extensive and widespread destruction, a fecund and renovating destruction, since in this way and only this way are new worlds born

We can learn what we did not know. We are not only good at destroying the Old World, we are also good at building the new.

Creation and destruction are the two ends of the same moment. And everything between the creation and the next destruction is the journey of life.

Woman is perpetual revolution, and is that element in the world which continually destroys and recreates.

Drive down any road, take a train or an airplane across the world, leave your old life behind, die and be born again~ wherever you arrive they'll be there first, glossy and rowdy and indistinguishable. The deep muscle of the world.

My eyes already touch the sunny hill. Going far ahead of the road I have begun. So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; it has inner light, even from a distance- and charges us, even if we do not reach it, into something else, which, hardly sensing it, we already are; a gesture waves us on answering our own wave... but what we feel is the wind in our faces.

There must be a new world if there is to be any world at all!... These days of universal death must be days of universal new birth, if the ruin is not to be total and final! It is Time to make the dullest man consider; and ask himself, Whence he came? Whither he is bound?

Two weeks to change the world, fourteen days to destroy it.

Somehow you drift along on the river, and one day you wake up and you’re someplace you don’t want to be, with someone you realize you don’t know.

We are men and our lot in life is to learn and to be hurled into inconceivable new worlds.

I was heading off to my new world. But I was taking a part of my past, and the future, along with me for the ride.

Boredom reigns on all levels. The rain is a welcome change. I have seen the pond swell and the creek surge. I press my palm against the glass, imagining the drops on my skin, imagining where they started out, where they will go, feeling them like a river, rushing, combining, becoming something greater than how they started out.

Her eyes flutter up to meet mine. “Are you hungry?”she asks. Am I ever.

I think the world is changing. And it's changing so fast that people have to change with it.

No one will live all his life in the world into which he was born and no one will die in the world in which he worked in his maturity.

The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of the duel comes the transformation. I turn destruction into creation over and over again.

It is our inward journey that leads us through time – forward or back, seldom in a straight line, most often spiraling. Each of us is moving, changing, with respect to others. As we discover, we remember; remembering, we discover; and most intensely do we experience this when our separate journeys converge. Our living experience at those meeting points is one of the charged dramatic fields of fiction.