JAMES BALDWIN QUOTES VIII

American novelist (1960- )

You don't have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you never can go back.

JAMES BALDWIN

Giovanni's Room

Tags: home


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


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


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


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


In the beginning—and neither can this be overstated—a Negro just cannot believe that white people are treating him as they do; he does not know what he has done to merit it. And when he realizes that the treatment accorded him has nothing to do with anything he has done, that the attempt of white people to destroy him—for that is what it is—is utterly gratuitous, it is not hard for him to think of white people as devils.

JAMES BALDWIN

The Fire Next Time

Tags: Merit


I do not know many Negroes who are eager to be "accepted" by white people, still less to be loved by them; they, the blacks, simply don't wish to be beaten over the head by the whites every instant of our brief passage on this planet.

JAMES BALDWIN

"Letter from a Region of My Mind", The New Yorker, November 17, 1962

Tags: racism


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


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


For I am—or I was—one of those people who pride themselves in on their willpower, on their ability to make a decision and carry it through. This virtue, like most virtues, is ambiguity itself. People who believe that they are strong-willed and the masters of their destiny can only continue to believe this by becoming specialists in self-deception. Their decisions are not really decisions at all—a real decision makes one humble, one knows that it is at the mercy of more things than can be named—but elaborate systems of evasion, of illusion, designed to make themselves and the world appear to be what they and the world are not.

JAMES BALDWIN

Giovanni's Room

Tags: ability


But that battered word, truth, having made its appearance here, confronts one immediately with a series of riddles and has, moreover, since so many gospels are preached, the unfortunate tendency to make one belligerent.

JAMES BALDWIN

Notes of a Native Son

Tags: appearance


Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, which is the only fact we have.

JAMES BALDWIN

"Letter from a Region of My Mind", The New Yorker, November 17, 1962

Tags: death


People who remember court madness through pain, the pain of the perpetually recurring death of their innocence; people who forget court another kind of madness, the madness of the denial of pain and the hatred of innocence; and the world is mostly divided between madmen who remember and madmen who forget.

JAMES BALDWIN

Giovanni's Room

Tags: madness


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

JAMES BALDWIN

Notes of a Native Son

Tags: life


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


For, without love, pleasure withers quickly, becomes a foul taste on the palate, and pleasure’s inventions are soon exhausted.

JAMES BALDWIN

Just Above My Head

Tags: love


Time: the whisper beneath that word is death.

JAMES BALDWIN

Just Above My Head

Tags: death


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


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


Perhaps I did not succumb to ideology ... because I have never seen myself as a spokesman. I am a witness.

JAMES BALDWIN

interview with Julius Lester, New York Times, May 27, 1984