The words dripped on my consciousness, sank into my being, and carried me away to the magic long ago of once upon a time. — Peter Abrahams Copy Share Image
You don't have to be a good person to be a good writer--history shows it's better if you're not--but you have to understand your… — Peter Abrahams Copy Share Image
“Mom had the kind of love for her that you could feel, like it was part of the atmosphere” — Peter Abrahams Copy Share Image
My mother was a member of the Cape Coloured community. 'Coloured' is the South African word for the half-caste community that was a by-product… — Peter Abrahams Copy Share Image
“To get from people you had to give a piece of yourself, a real piece that mattered.” — Peter Abrahams Copy Share Image
For me, personally, life in South Africa had come to an end. I had been lucky in some of the whites I had met.… — Peter Abrahams Copy Share Image
I attended school regularly for three years. I learned to read and write. 'Lamb's Tales' from Shakespeare was my favourite reading matter. I stole,… — Peter Abrahams Copy Share Image
The familiar mood that awaits the sensitive young who are poor and dispossessed is a mood of sharp and painful inferiority, of violently angry… — Peter Abrahams Copy Share Image
To live with the conscious knowledge of the shadow of uncertainty, with the knowledge that disaster or tragedy could strike at any time; to… — Peter Abrahams Copy Share Image
“Ingrid shrugged...like Marie Antoinette hearing about the starving peasants.” — Peter Abrahams Copy Share Image
The words dripped on my consciousness, sank into my being, and carried me away to the magic long ago of once upon a time. — Peter Abrahams Copy Share Image
“You see, love is strong. Stronger than hate even. Love is the only thing that can kill hate, nothing else. You see, hate destroys… — Peter Abrahams Copy Share Image
