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.
RICHARD WRIGHTMen can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.
More Richard Wright Quotes
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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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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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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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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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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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All literature is protest.
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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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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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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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I made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,
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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 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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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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I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .
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