I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.
– Richard Wright
Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.
– Richard Wright
The impulse to dream was slowly beaten out of me by experience. Now it surged up again and I hungered for books, new ways of looking and seeing.
– Richard Wright
The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.