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
RICHARD WRIGHTNo 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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Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!
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But the color of a Negro’s skin makes him easily recognizable, makes him suspect, converts him into a defenseless target
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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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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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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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Reluctantly, he comes to the conclusion that to account for his book is to account for his 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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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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And they do not know why; they are powerless pawns in a blind play of social forces.
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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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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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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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I made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,
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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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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.
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What could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true?
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We had our own literature, our own systems of law, religion, medicine, science, and education.
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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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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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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
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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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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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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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Reading was like a drug, a dope. The novels created moods in which I lived for days.
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I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
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