If a man confessed anything on his death bed, it was the truth; for no man could stare death in the face and lie.
RICHARD WRIGHTOur 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.
More Richard Wright Quotes
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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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Kill them, turn back time to the moment before I had talked so that I could have another chance to save myself.
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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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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 endowed it with unlimited potentialities, redeemed it for the sake of my own hungry and cloudy yearning.
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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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And they do not know why; they are powerless pawns in a blind play of social forces.
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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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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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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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The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
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Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!
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I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
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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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Goddamnit, look! We live here and they live there.
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