Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time.
I am what time, circumstance, history, have made of me, certainly, but I am also, much more than that. So are we all.
No one can possibly know what is about to happen: it is happening, each time, for the first time, for the only time.
The writer's greed is appalling. He wants, or seems to want, everything and practically everybody, in another sense, and at the same time, he needs no one at all.
There is never time in the future in which we will work out our salvation. The challenge is in the moment; the time is always now.
To be a Negro in this country and to be relatively conscious is to be in a rage almost all the time.
I began plotting novels at about the time I learned to read. The story of my childhood is the usual bleak fantasy, and we can dismiss it with the restrained observation that I certainly would not consider living it again.