“My days and nights were one long, quiet, continuously contained dream of teror, tension, and anxiety. I wondered how long I could… — 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
I knew that I lived in a country in which the aspirations of black people were limited, marked-off. Yet I felt that… — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
“Maybe man is nothing in particular,' Cross said gropingly. 'Maybe that's the terror of it. Man may be just anything at all.… — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
“Every movement of his body is an unconscious protest. Every desire, every dream, no matter how intimate or personal, is a plot… — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
What could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true? I could think of nothing. And, slowly, it was… — Richard Wright Copy Share Image
“He lay still, his bloodshot eyes staring blankly before him, and drifted into dreams of his problems, compulsively living out dialogues, summing… — 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
