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.
RICHARD WRIGHTGoddamnit, look! We live here and they live there.
More Richard Wright Quotes
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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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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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The locomotive of my heart was rushing down a dangerously steep slope, heading for a collision, heedless of the warning red lights that blinked all about me, the sirens and the ells and the screams that filled the air.
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We black and they white. They got things and we ain’t. They do things and we can’t. It’s just like livin’ in jail.
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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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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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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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Reading was like a drug, a dope. The novels created moods in which I lived for days.
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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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I was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it
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Love grows from stable relationships, shared experience, loyalty, devotion, trust.
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The spirit I had caught gave me insight into the suffering of others, made me gravitate toward those whose feelings were like my own, made me sit for hours while others told me of their lives, made me strangely tender and cruel, violent and peaceful.
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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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I did not know if the story was factually true or not, but it was emotionally true […].
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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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