I don't think we have all the words in a single vocabulary to explain what we are or why we are. I don't think we have the range of emotion to fully feel what someone else is feeling. I don't… — Alexandra Fuller Copy Share Image
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). — Alexandra Fuller Copy Share Image
“Toasted tobacco, no additives,' I said. 'Yum. Tastes like childhood.” — Alexandra Fuller Copy Share Image
I don't think we have all the words in a single vocabulary to explain what we are or why we are. I don't think… — Alexandra Fuller Copy Share Image
In the West, it was believed that attitude and ambition saved you. In Africa, we had learned that no one was immune to capricious… — Alexandra Fuller Copy Share Image
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… — Alexandra Fuller Copy Share Image
One of the things about being raised British in Africa is that you get this double whammy of toughness. The continent in place itself… — Alexandra Fuller Copy Share Image
“How much strength must one people have? And for how long must they have it?” — Alexandra Fuller Copy Share Image
I think that being raised the way I was, where everything was so uncompromising, where, you know, we're prepared to fight to the death… — Alexandra Fuller Copy Share Image
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… — Alexandra Fuller Copy Share Image
“The schools wear the blank faces of war buildings, their windows blown blind by rocks or guns or mortars. Their plaster is an acne… — Alexandra Fuller Copy Share Image
Until I read Anne Frank's diary, I had found books a literal escape from what could be the harsh reality around me. After I… — Alexandra Fuller Copy Share Image
