I was taking a part of the South to transplant in alien soil, to see if it could grow differently, if it could drink of new and cool rains, bend in strange winds, respond to the warmth of other suns and, perhaps, to bloom
RICHARD WRIGHTMake up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!
More Richard Wright Quotes
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I listened, vaguely knowing now that I had committed some awful wrong that I could not undo, that I had uttered words I could not recall even though I ached to nullify them.
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We had our own civilization in Africa before we were captured and carried off to this land.
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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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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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It hugs the easy way of damning those whom it cannot understand, of excluding those who look different, and it salves its conscience with a self-draped cloak of righteousness
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It would have been impossible for me to have told anyone what I derived from these novels, for it was nothing less than a sense of life itself.
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It made me love talk that sought answers to questions that could help nobody, that could only keep alive in me that enthralling sense of wonder and awe in the face of the drama of human feeling which is hidden by the external drama of life.
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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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What could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true?
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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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But to feel that there was feeling denied me, that the very breath of life itself was beyond my reach, that more than anything else hurt, wounded me. I had a new hunger.
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Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.
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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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Is not life exactly what it ought to be, in a certain sense? Isn’t it only the naive who find all of this baffling?
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I made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,
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The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
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It was not a matter of believing or disbelieving what I read, but of feeling something new, of being affected by something that made the look of the world different.
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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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Anything seemed possible, likely, feasible, because I wanted everything to be possible… Because I had no power to make things happen outside of me in the objective world.
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Kill them, turn back time to the moment before I had talked so that I could have another chance to save myself.
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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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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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No matter how much he would long for them to forget him, they would not be able to. His family was a part of him, not only in blood, but in spirit.
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Somewhere in the dead of the southern night my life had switched onto the wrong track and without my knowing it.
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It had been only through books-at best, no more than vicarious cultural transfusions-that I had managaed to keep myself alive in a negatively vital way.
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