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.
RICHARD WRIGHTYou 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.
More Richard Wright Quotes
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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 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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I was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it
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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.
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Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!
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All literature is protest.
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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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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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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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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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Love grows from stable relationships, shared experience, loyalty, devotion, trust.
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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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I did not know if the story was factually true or not, but it was emotionally true […].
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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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The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
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