JAMES BALDWIN QUOTES VI

American novelist (1960- )

And the applause functions, then, in part, to pacify, narcotize, the resulting violent and inescapable discomfort.

JAMES BALDWIN

Just Above My Head


Folks can change their ways much as they want to. But I don’t care how many times you change your ways, what’s in you is in you, and it’s got to come out.

JAMES BALDWIN

Go Tell It on the Mountain

Tags: change


It demands great spiritual resilience not to hate the hater whose foot is on your neck, and an even greater miracle of perception and charity not to teach your child to hate.

JAMES BALDWIN

The Fire Next Time

Tags: hate


I pulled her to her feet. But, naked as I was, and holding her against me, I realized that I did not really feel for her what I had felt for Madeleine, whom I knew I did not love, several hours before. I felt a terrible constriction. It felt, I think, like death. I loved Barbara. I knew it then, and I really know it now; but what, I asked myself, was I to do with her?

JAMES BALDWIN

Tell Me How Long the Train's Been Gone

Tags: death


See, I couldn't stand these chicks I was making it with, and I was working real hard at my music, and man, I was lonely. You come off a gig, you be tired, and you'd already taken as much sh*t as you could stand from the managers and the people in the room you were working and you'd be off to make some down scene with some pasty white-faced b*tch. And so you'd make the scene and somehow you'd wake up in the morning and the chick would be beside you, alive and well, and dying to make the scene again and somehow you'd manage not to strangle her.

JAMES BALDWIN

Blues for Mister Charlie

Tags: working


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 price one pays for pursuing any profession or calling is an intimate knowledge of its ugly side.

JAMES BALDWIN

"The Black Boy Looks at the White Boy", Esquire, May 1961


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


Love was a country he knew nothing about.

JAMES BALDWIN

Another Country


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


In any of the world’s cities, on a winter night, a boy can be bought for the price of a beer and the promise of warm blankets.

JAMES BALDWIN

Another Country

Tags: beer


I don't like people who like me because I'm a Negro; neither do I like people who find in the same accident grounds for contempt.

JAMES BALDWIN

Autobiographical Notes

Tags: racism


Perhaps, as we say in America, I wanted to find myself. This is an interesting phrase, not current as far as I know in the language of any other people, which certainly does not mean what it says but betrays a nagging suspicion that something has been misplaced. I think now that if I had any intimation that the self I was going to find would turn out to be only the same self from which I had spent so much time in flight, I would have stayed at home.

JAMES BALDWIN

Giovanni's Room

Tags: America


Sometimes you hear a person speak the truth and you know that they are speaking the truth. But you also know that they have not heard themselves, do not know what they have said: do not know that they have revealed much more than they have said. This may be why the truth remains, on the whole, so rare.

JAMES BALDWIN

Just Above My Head

Tags: truth


The impossible is the least that one can demand.

JAMES BALDWIN

The Fire Next Time


Time: the whisper beneath that word is death.

JAMES BALDWIN

Just Above My Head

Tags: death


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


But don’t lose heart, dear ones -- don’t lose heart. Don’t let it make you bitter. Try to understand. Try to understand. The world’s already bitter enough, we got to try to be better than the world.

JAMES BALDWIN

Another Country


I can conceive of no Negro native to this country who has not, by the age of puberty, been irreparably scarred by the conditions of his life.

JAMES BALDWIN

Notes of a Native Son

Tags: age


I come out of streets where life itself--life itself!--depends on timing more infinitesimal than the split second, where apprehension must be swifter than the speed of light.

JAMES BALDWIN

Just Above My Head

Tags: life