“Things get worse. When Mum is drugged and sad and singing tunes from the Roger Whittaker album every night, that is one thing. It is a contained, soggy madness, which does little more than humidify the dry, unspoken grief we… — 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
