The rains are rhythmic, coming religiously in the afternoons (after lunch has been eaten but before tea, so that the nights are washed clean-black with bright pinpoints of silver starlight hanging over a restless, grateful earth).
One of the things about being raised British in Africa is that you get this double whammy of toughness. The continent in place itself made you quite … - Alexandra Fuller
One of the things about being raised British in Africa is that you get this double whammy of toughness. The continent in place itself made you quite …
- Alexandra Fuller
You can't rewind war. It spools on, and on, and on, looping and jumping, distorted and cracked with age, and the stories contract until only the nugg… - Alexandra Fuller
You can't rewind war. It spools on, and on, and on, looping and jumping, distorted and cracked with age, and the stories contract until only the nugg…
I love my mother so much, because I see the whole of her. - Alexandra Fuller
I love my mother so much, because I see the whole of her.
The rains are rhythmic, coming religiously in the afternoons (after lunch has been eaten but before tea, so that the nights are washed clean-black wi… - Alexandra Fuller
The rains are rhythmic, coming religiously in the afternoons (after lunch has been eaten but before tea, so that the nights are washed clean-black wi…
How you see a country depends on whether you are driving through it, or live in it. How you see a country depends on whether or not you can leave it,… - Alexandra Fuller
How you see a country depends on whether you are driving through it, or live in it. How you see a country depends on whether or not you can leave it,…
What is important is the story. Because when we are all dust and teeth and kicked-up bits of skin - when we're dancing with our own skeletons - our w… - Alexandra Fuller
What is important is the story. Because when we are all dust and teeth and kicked-up bits of skin - when we're dancing with our own skeletons - our w…
But I plucked a new, different, worldly soul for myself -- maybe a soul I found in the spray thrown up by the surge of that distant African river as … - Alexandra Fuller
But I plucked a new, different, worldly soul for myself -- maybe a soul I found in the spray thrown up by the surge of that distant African river as …
This is not a full circle. It's life carrying on. It's the next breath we all take. It's the choice we make to get on with it. - Alexandra Fuller
This is not a full circle. It's life carrying on. It's the next breath we all take. It's the choice we make to get on with it.
There's a point at which writing a book, or a long article, begins to feel like mental labor, and it's too painful to connect in the world in any rea… - Alexandra Fuller
There's a point at which writing a book, or a long article, begins to feel like mental labor, and it's too painful to connect in the world in any rea…
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