If a man confessed anything on his death bed, it was the truth; for no man could stare death in the face and lie.
RICHARD WRIGHTThe holy and the evil, the high and the low, the white and the black; our America is frightened of fact, of history, of processes, of necessity.
More Richard Wright Quotes
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The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
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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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Each day when you see us black folk upon the dusty land of your farm or upon the hard pavement of your city streets.
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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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Reluctantly, he comes to the conclusion that to account for his book is to account for his life.
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A mode of being that the way of life about me had said could not be, must not be, and upon which the penalty of death had been placed.
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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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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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I did not know if the story was factually true or not, but it was emotionally true […].
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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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Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.
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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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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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