I knew that I lived in a country in which the aspirations of black people were limited, marked-off. Yet I felt that I had to go somewhere and do something to redeem my being alive.
RICHARD WRIGHTI was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it
More Richard Wright Quotes
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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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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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I endowed it with unlimited potentialities, redeemed it for the sake of my own hungry and cloudy yearning.
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I could think of nothing. And, slowly, it was upon exactly that nothingness that my mind began to dwell, that constant sense of wanting without having, of being hated without reason.
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Reluctantly, he comes to the conclusion that to account for his book is to account for his life.
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Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!
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Don’t leave inferences to be drawn when evidence can be presented.
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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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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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I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
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We had our own literature, our own systems of law, religion, medicine, science, and education.
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Goddamnit, look! We live here and they live there.
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Hunger has always been more or less at my elbow when I played, but now I began to wake up at night to find hunger standing at my bedside, staring at my gauntly.
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In me was shaping a yearning for a kind of consciousness.
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The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
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