Sometimes I can be walking down the street, or riding a bus, and suddenly I see somebody who remind me of somebody I know back home, and I close my eyes and find myself thinking of the sea, or 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
