Surely until all of us own and honor one another's dead, until we have admitted to our murders and forgiven one another and ourselves for what we have done, there can be no truce, no dignity and no peace.
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.
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…
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…
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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