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.
RICHARD WRIGHTThey hate because they fear, and they fear because they feel that the deepest feelings of their lives are being assaulted and outraged.
More Richard Wright Quotes
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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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Reading was like a drug, a dope. The novels created moods in which I lived for days.
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Pity can purge us of hostility and arouse feelings of identification with the characters, but it can also be a consoling reassurance which leads us to believe that we have understood, and that, in pitying, we have even done something to right a wrong.
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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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Don’t leave inferences to be drawn when evidence can be presented.
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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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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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Goddamnit, look! We live here and they live there.
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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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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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Hunger has always been more or less at my elbow when I played, but now I began to wake up at night to find hunger standing at my bedside, staring at my gauntly.
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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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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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We smelted iron, danced, made music and folk poems; we sculpted, worked in glass, spun cotton and wool, wove baskets and cloth.
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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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