JAMES BALDWIN QUOTES VII

American novelist (1960- )

My springs is getting rusty, sleeping single like I do.

JAMES BALDWIN

Another Country


Wash me, cried the slave to his Maker, and I shall be whiter, whiter than snow!

JAMES BALDWIN

Notes of a Native Son

Tags: snow


In those days my mother was given to the exasperating and mysterious habit of having babies.

JAMES BALDWIN

Notes of a Native Son

Tags: habit


We cannot escape our origins, however hard we try, those origins which contain the key--could we but find it--to all we later become.

JAMES BALDWIN

Notes of a Native Son


Americans, unhappily, have the most remarkable ability to alchemize all bitter truths into an innocuous but piquant confection and to transform their moral contradictions, or public discussion of such contradictions, into a proud decoration, such as are given for heroism on the field of battle.

JAMES BALDWIN

Notes of a Native Son

Tags: ability


It was better not to judge the man who had gone down under an impossible burden. It was better to remember: Thou knowest this man's fall, but thou knowest not his wrassling.

JAMES BALDWIN

Notes of a Native Son


Most of us are about as eager to change as we were to be born, and go through our changes in a similar state of shock.

JAMES BALDWIN

"As Much Truth As One Can Bear", New York Times Book Review, January 14, 1962

Tags: change


Out of joy strength came, strength that was fashioned to bear sorrow: sorrow brought forth joy. Forever? This was Ezekiel's wheel, in the middle of the burning air forever -- and the little wheel ran by faith, and the big wheel ran by the grace of God.

JAMES BALDWIN

Go Tell It on the Mountain

Tags: joy


One writes out of one thing only--one's own experience. Everything depends on how relentlessly one forces from this experience the last drop, sweet or bitter, it can possibly give.

JAMES BALDWIN

Notes of a Native Son

Tags: experience


I bet you think we're in a g***am park. You don't know we're in one of the world's great jungles. You don't know that behind all them damn dainty trees and sh*t, people are screwing and fixing and dying. Dying, baby, right now while we move through this darkness in this man's taxicab. And you don't know it, even when you're told; you don't know it, even when you see it.

JAMES BALDWIN

Another Country

Tags: trees


It is only in his music, which Americans are able to admire because a protective sentimentality limits their understanding of it, that the Negro in America has been able to tell his story. It is a story which otherwise has yet to be told and which no American is prepared to hear. As is the inevitable result of things unsaid, we find ourselves until today oppressed with a dangerous and reverberating silence.

JAMES BALDWIN

Notes of a Native Son

Tags: America


Most people had not lived -- nor could it, for that matter, be said that they had died-- through any of their terrible events. They had simply been stunned by the hammer. They passed their lives thereafter in a kind of limbo of denied and unexamined pain.

JAMES BALDWIN

Another Country

Tags: pain


Sometimes a minute can be a mighty powerful thing.

JAMES BALDWIN

Another Country


The best that he had ever managed in bed, so far, had been the maximum of relief with the minimum of hostility.

JAMES BALDWIN

Another Country


The people who think of themselves as White have the choice of becoming human or irrelevant.

JAMES BALDWIN

Notes of a Native Son

Tags: choice


Whenever the Negro face appears a tension is created, the tension of a silence filled with things unutterable.

JAMES BALDWIN

Notes of a Native Son

Tags: silence


Negro life is in fact as debased and impoverished as our theology claims.

JAMES BALDWIN

Notes of a Native Son

Tags: life


People who shut their eyes to reality simply invite their own destruction, and anyone who insists on remaining in a state of innocence long after that innocence is dead turns himself into a monster.

JAMES BALDWIN

Notes of a Native Son

Tags: innocence


She fitted in my arms, she always had, and the shock of holding her caused me to feel that my arms had been empty since she had been away.

JAMES BALDWIN

Giovanni's Room


Hatred, which could destroy so much, never failed to destroy the man who hated and this was an immutable law.

JAMES BALDWIN

Notes of a Native Son

Tags: law