I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .
RICHARD WRIGHTIf a man confessed anything on his death bed, it was the truth; for no man could stare death in the face and lie.
More Richard Wright Quotes
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If you’ve a notion of what man’s heart is, wouldn’t you say that maybe the whole effort of man on earth to build a civilization is simply man’s frantic and frightened attempt to hide himself from himself?
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You usually take it for granted and think you know us, but our history is far stranger than you suspect, and we are not what we seem.
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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
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Reading was like a drug, a dope. The novels created moods in which I lived for days.
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At the age of twelve I had an attitude toward life that was to endure, that was to make me seek those areas of living that would keep it alive, that was to make me skeptical of everything while seeking everything, tolerant of all and yet critical.
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Our too-young and too-new America, lusty because it is lonely, aggressive because it is afraid, insists upon seeing the world in terms of good and bad.
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Violence is a personal necessity for the oppressed…It is not a strategy consciously devised. It is the deep, instinctive expression of a human being denied individuality.
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They hate because they fear, and they fear because they feel that the deepest feelings of their lives are being assaulted and outraged.
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We had our own literature, our own systems of law, religion, medicine, science, and education.
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We smelted iron, danced, made music and folk poems; we sculpted, worked in glass, spun cotton and wool, wove baskets and cloth.
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I didn’t know I was really alive in this world until I felt things hard enough to kill for ’em.
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I did not know if the story was factually true or not, but it was emotionally true […].
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If a man confessed anything on his death bed, it was the truth; for no man could stare death in the face and lie.
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The more closely the author thinks of why he wrote, the more he comes to regard his imagination as a kind of self-generating cement which glued his facts together, and his emotions as a kind of dark and obscure designer of those facts.
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