“Those are big collisions, Hally. They make for a lot of bruises. People get hurt in all that bumping, and we're sick and tired of it now. It's been going on for too long. Are we never going to get… — Athol Fugard Copy Share Image
“Yes! That's what all our talk about a decent world has been... just so much bullshit." "We did say it was still only a dream." "And a bloody useless one at that. Life's a fuck-up and it's never going to… — Athol Fugard Copy Share Image
My life had been defined by the apartheid years. Now we were going into an era of democracy... and I believed that I didn't… — Athol Fugard Copy Share Image
Love is the only energy I’ve ever used as a writer. I’ve never written out of anger, although anger has informed love. — Athol Fugard Copy Share Image
I've had one experience of writer's block in my life, and it was living hell. It was a terror for me. — Athol Fugard Copy Share Image
The reason I'm in San Diego is not because I want distance from South Africa but because I want proximity to the people I… — Athol Fugard Copy Share Image
My life had been defined by the apartheid years. Now we were going into an era of democracy... and I believed that I didn't… — Athol Fugard Copy Share Image
“It's just that life felt the right size in there... not too big and not too small. Wasn't so hard to work up a… — Athol Fugard Copy Share Image
In South Africa, success never presented the problems that it presents in New York. In New York, if you happen to be the flavor… — Athol Fugard Copy Share Image
Night-time is when I brainstorm; last thing, when the family's asleep and I'm alone, I think about the next day's writing and plan a… — Athol Fugard Copy Share Image
All of my life had been spent in the shadow of apartheid. And when South Africa went through its extraordinary change in 1994, it… — Athol Fugard Copy Share Image
A very close friend of mine keeps reminding me that since about the age of 50, I've been saying, 'I'm finished. I haven't got… — Athol Fugard Copy Share Image
To know nothing about yourself is to be constantly in danger of nothingness, those voids of non-being over which a man walks the tightrope… — Athol Fugard Copy Share Image
