JAMES BALDWIN QUOTES II

American novelist (1960- )

I have not written about being a Negro at such length because I do not expect that to be my only subject, but only because it was the gate I had to unlock before I could hope to write about anything else.

JAMES BALDWIN

Harper's, October 1958

Tags: identity


The conundrum of color is the inheritance of every American, be he/she legally or actually Black or White ... I was trying to locate myself within a specific inheritance and to use that inheritance, precisely, to claim the birthright from which that inheritance had so brutally and specifically excluded me.

JAMES BALDWIN

preface to the 1984 edition, Notes of a Native Son

Tags: color


People are full of surprise, even for themselves, if they have been stirred enough.

JAMES BALDWIN

Giovanni's Room


One must say Yes to life, and embrace it wherever it is found -- and it is found in terrible places.

JAMES BALDWIN

The Fire Next Time

Tags: life


One is absolutely forced to make perpetual qualifications and one's own reactions are always canceling each other out. It is this, really, which has driven so many people mad.

JAMES BALDWIN

Notes of a Native Son


She marched into the street, found a liquor store and bought a bottle; and the weight of the bottle in her straw handbag somehow made everything real; as the purchase of a railroad ticket proves the imminence of a journey.

JAMES BALDWIN

Another Country


He was one of those poets who escaped the terrors of writing by writing all the time.

JAMES BALDWIN

Another Country

Tags: writing


I think you’ve got to be truthful about the life you have. Otherwise, there’s no possibility of achieving the life you want.

JAMES BALDWIN

Another Country

Tags: life


Do I really want to be integrated into a burning house?

JAMES BALDWIN

The Fire Next Time


And he knew again that she was not saying everything she meant; in a kind of secret language she was telling him today something that he must remember and understand tomorrow.

JAMES BALDWIN

Go Tell It on the Mountain

Tags: language


There are so many ways of being despicable it quite makes one's head spin. But the way to be really despicable is to be contemptuous of other people's pain.

JAMES BALDWIN

Giovanni's Room

Tags: pain


Time: the word tolled like the bells of a church.

JAMES BALDWIN

If Beale Street Could Talk

Tags: church


A civilization is not destroyed by wicked people; it is not necessary that people be wicked but only that they be spineless.

JAMES BALDWIN

The Fire Next Time

Tags: civilization


In Harlem, Negro policemen are feared more than whites, for they have more to prove and fewer ways to prove it.

JAMES BALDWIN

Notes of a Native Son


The great question that faced him this morning was whether or not he had ever, really, been present at his life. For if he had ever been present, then he was present still, and his world would open up before him.

JAMES BALDWIN

Another Country

Tags: life


Their singing caused him to believe in the presence of the Lord; indeed, it was no longer a question of belief, because they made that presence real.

JAMES BALDWIN

Go Tell It on the Mountain

Tags: belief


People don't have any mercy. They tear you limb from limb, in the name of love. Then, when you're dead, when they've killed you by what they made you go through, they say you didn't have any character. They weep big, bitter tears - not for you. For themselves, because they've lost their toy.

JAMES BALDWIN

Another Country

Tags: character


Sentimentality, the ostentatious parading of excessive and spurious emotion, is the mark of dishonesty, the inability to feel; the wet eyes of the sentimentalist betray his aversion to experience, his fear of life, his arid heart; and it is always, therefore, the signal of secret and violent inhumanity, the mask of cruelty.

JAMES BALDWIN

Blues for Mister Charlie

Tags: cruelty


The occurrence of an event is not the same thing as knowing what it is that one has lived through.

JAMES BALDWIN

Another Country


It was a gesture of great despair and I knew that she was giving herself, not to me, but to that lover who would never come.

JAMES BALDWIN

Giovanni's Room

Tags: despair