Reading was like a drug, a dope. The novels created moods in which I lived for days. — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
It would have been impossible for me to have told anyone what I derived from these novels, for it was nothing less… — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
The impulse to dream was slowly beaten out of me by experience. Now it surged up again and I hungered for books,… — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books... — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
“I forged more notes and my trips to the library became frequent. Reading grew into a passion. My first serious novel was… — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
“Not to know the end of the tale filled me with a sense of emptiness, loss. I hungered for the sharp, frightening,… — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
It would have been impossible for me to have told anyone what I derived from these novels, for it was nothing less… — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
The more closely the author thinks of why he wrote, the more he comes to regard his imagination as a kind of… — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
“I had written a book of short stories which was published under the title of "Uncle Tom's Children". When the review of… — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
“Literature is a struggle over the nature of reality. --Richard Wright to William Faulkner” — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
“It would have been impossible for me to have told anyone what I derived from these novels, for it was nothing less… — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
It had been only through books-at best, no more than vicarious cultural transfusions-that I had managaed to keep myself alive in a… — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
“My days and nights were one long, quiet, continuously contained dream of teror, tension, and anxiety. I wondered how long I could bear it.” — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
It made me love talk that sought answers to questions that could help nobody, that could only keep alive in me that enthralling sense… — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
“Having been thrust out of the world because of my race, I had accepted my destiny by not being curious about what shaped it” — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
He had lived and acted on the assumption that he was alone, and now he saw that he had not been. What he had… — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
Reading was like a drug, a dope. The novels created moods in which I lived for days. — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
It would have been impossible for me to have told anyone what I derived from these novels, for it was nothing less than a… — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
“If you've a notion of what man's heart is, wouldn't you say that maybe the whole effort of man on earth to build a… — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
“From far beyond the horizons that bound this bleak plantation there had come to me through my living the knowledge that my father was… — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
“Color hate defined the place of black life as below that of white life; and the black man, responding to the same dreams as… — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
“These fantasies were no longer a reflection of my reaction to the white people, they were a part of my living, of my emotional… — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
“Their constant outward-looking, their mania for radios, cars, and a thousand other trinkets made them dream and fix their eyes upon the trash of… — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
