“The light on her face was a lesson, a book that she hoped he would want to read, but he looked away from her...she did not want this man to leave her alone. He was kind. And she feared the… — Caryl Phillips Copy Share Image
“Many years have passed since I first discovered you. You troubled me then. You trouble me now. But mortality, like thunder, rumbles its dull… — Caryl Phillips Copy Share Image
From Finding the Center to Reading and Writing: A Personal Account, the story remains the same: in a journey unique to myself, I left… — Caryl Phillips Copy Share Image
“The light on her face was a lesson, a book that she hoped he would want to read, but he looked away from her...she… — Caryl Phillips Copy Share Image
“Their hearts began to swell with the pity that one feels for a fellow being who has lost both his way and his sense… — Caryl Phillips Copy Share Image
A writer often wants to change a reader’s perception about the world, which is a political act. But we have to work through character,… — Caryl Phillips Copy Share Image
“I am grateful, and would thank the Gods(if there were any to thank) that I have finally mastered this art of forgetting--of murdering the… — Caryl Phillips Copy Share Image
Sometimes I can be walking down the street, or riding a bus, and suddenly I see somebody who remind me of somebody I know… — Caryl Phillips Copy Share Image
