“nightly boiling and then cooling a broth of freshly pounded fudano leaves in which she soaked her feat -and the pale palms of her hands- to an inky blackness. When Kunta asked his mother she told him to run along.… — Alex Haley Copy Share Image
I tell younger writers that indeed it is devastating to be rejected. You feel like the bottom dropped out of your world. — Alex Haley Copy Share Image
If you're blessed to do something like 'Roots'... you find yourself immersed. You're asked to do this, to do that - all for admirable… — Alex Haley Copy Share Image
I think from what I personally know, I am really quite proud of most of the people I know who have 'made it,' who… — Alex Haley Copy Share Image
Either you deal with what is the reality, or you can be sure that the reality is going to deal with you. — Alex Haley Copy Share Image
I know Juffure was a British trading post and my portrait of the village bears no resemblance to the way it was. But the… — Alex Haley Copy Share Image
I look at my books the way parents look at their children. The fact that one becomes more successful than the others doesn't make… — Alex Haley Copy Share Image
Never completely encircle your enemy. Leave him some escape, for he will fight even more desperately if trapped. — Alex Haley Copy Share Image
Most of the people I've met who are black in other countries look up to the blacks in this country. Though they may talk… — Alex Haley Copy Share Image
Early in the spring of 1750, in the village of Juffure, four days upriver from the coast of The Gambia, West Africa, a manchild… — Alex Haley Copy Share Image
“nightly boiling and then cooling a broth of freshly pounded fudano leaves in which she soaked her feat -and the pale palms of her… — Alex Haley Copy Share Image
