Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
RICHARD WRIGHTIt 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
More Richard Wright Quotes
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You usually take it for granted and think you know us, but our history is far stranger than you suspect, and we are not what we seem.
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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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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 could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
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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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At the age of twelve I had an attitude toward life that was to endure, that was to make me seek those areas of living that would keep it alive, that was to make me skeptical of everything while seeking everything, tolerant of all and yet critical.
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What could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true?
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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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Don’t leave inferences to be drawn when evidence can be presented.
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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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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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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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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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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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