Richard Wright

“Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books...””

“The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.””

“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 the hunger for life that gnaws in us all.””