Our too-young and too-new America, lusty because it is lonely, aggressive because it is afraid, insists upon seeing the world in terms of good and bad.
RICHARD WRIGHTIt 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.
More Richard Wright Quotes
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!
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If a man confessed anything on his death bed, it was the truth; for no man could stare death in the face and lie.
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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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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 listened, vaguely knowing now that I had committed some awful wrong that I could not undo, that I had uttered words I could not recall even though I ached to nullify them.
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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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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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