there are times when life’s ends are so raveled that reason and sense cry out that we stop and gather them together again before we can proceed
RICHARD WRIGHTReluctantly, he comes to the conclusion that to account for his book is to account for his life.
More Richard Wright Quotes
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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 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
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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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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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The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
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Goddamnit, look! We live here and they live there.
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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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In me was shaping a yearning for a kind of consciousness.
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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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What could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true?
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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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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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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 endowed it with unlimited potentialities, redeemed it for the sake of my own hungry and cloudy yearning.
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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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