Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
RICHARD WRIGHTIs not life exactly what it ought to be, in a certain sense? Isn’t it only the naive who find all of this baffling?
More Richard Wright Quotes
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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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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 made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,
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I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
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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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No matter how much he would long for them to forget him, they would not be able to. His family was a part of him, not only in blood, but in spirit.
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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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Reluctantly, he comes to the conclusion that to account for his book is to account for his life.
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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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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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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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It 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
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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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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 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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