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Chinua Achebe Quotes - Page 12

Living fire begets cold, impotent ash.

Chinua Achebe (1996). “Things Fall Apart”, p.109, Heinemann

What kind of power was it if it would never be used?

Chinua Achebe (1986). “Arrow of God”, p.4, Heinemann

She pouted her lips like a gun in my face.

Chinua Achebe (2009). “Collected Poems”, p.44, Anchor

It is difficult to express the reality of Ibo society in classical English.

Chinua Achebe, Bernth Lindfors (1997). “Conversations with Chinua Achebe”, p.9, Univ. Press of Mississippi