You cant legislate into existence an act of forgiveness and a true confession; those are mysteries of the human heart, and they occur between one individual and another individual, not a panel of judges sitting asking questions, trying to test… — Athol Fugard Copy Share Image
The things that converge in the writing of a play come from a complex of motives, a genesis shrouded in a certain kind of mystery. — 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
