In me was shaping a yearning for a kind of consciousness.
RICHARD WRIGHTBut the color of a Negro’s skin makes him easily recognizable, makes him suspect, converts him into a defenseless target
More Richard Wright Quotes
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Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!
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The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
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The spirit I had caught gave me insight into the suffering of others, made me gravitate toward those whose feelings were like my own, made me sit for hours while others told me of their lives, made me strangely tender and cruel, violent and peaceful.
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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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We invented a medium of exchange, mined silver and gold, made pottery and cutlery, we fashioned tools and utensils of brass, bronze, ivory, quartz, and granite.
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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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I endowed it with unlimited potentialities, redeemed it for the sake of my own hungry and cloudy yearning.
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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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We had our own literature, our own systems of law, religion, medicine, science, and education.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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I made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,
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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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Anything seemed possible, likely, feasible, because I wanted everything to be possible… Because I had no power to make things happen outside of me in the objective world.
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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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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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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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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 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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