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.
RICHARD WRIGHTIt 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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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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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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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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The 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.
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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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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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He had lived and acted on the assumption that he was alone, and now he saw that he had not been. What he had done made others suffer.
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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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The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
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We invented a medium of exchange, mined silver and gold, made pottery and cutlery, we fashioned tools and utensils of brass, bronze, ivory, quartz, and granite.
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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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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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What could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true?
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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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Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!
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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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Love grows from stable relationships, shared experience, loyalty, devotion, trust.
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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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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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I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .
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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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I was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it
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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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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 didn’t know I was really alive in this world until I felt things hard enough to kill for ’em.
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