Top 500 Colson Whitehead Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “As the years pass, Valentine observed, racial violence only becomes more vicious in its expression. It will not abate or disappear, not anytime soon, and not in the south.”

— Colson Whitehead

52. “New York City in life was much like New York City in death. It was still hard to get a cab, for example.”

— Colson Whitehead

53. “Freedom was a thing that shifted as you looked at it, the way a forest is dense with trees up close but from outside, from the empty meadow, you see its true limits.”

— Colson Whitehead

54. “It was not enough to survive, you have to live –.”

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55. “To forbid the thought of escape, even that slightest butterfly thought of escape, was to murder one’s humanity.”

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56. “Since the night she was kidnapped she had been appraised and reappraised, each day waking upon the pan of a new scale. Know your value and you know your place in the order. To escape the boundary of the plantation was to escape the fundamental principles of your existence: impossible. It.”

— Colson Whitehead

57. “People get rid of plenty when they move – sometimes they’re changing not just places but personalities.”

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58. “Memory is the most malicious cutter of all, preserving, recasting, panning in slow motion across the awful bits so that we retain every detail.”

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59. “If you want to see what this nation is all about, I always say, you have to ride the rails. Look outside as you speed through, and you’ll find the true face of America.′ He slapped the wall of the boxcar as a signal. The train lurched forward.”

— Colson Whitehead

60. “The only time “early bloomer” has ever been applied to me is vis-a-vis my premature apprehension of the deep dread-of-existence thing. In all other cases, I plod and tromp along. My knuckles? Well dragged.”

— Colson Whitehead

61. “White man trying to kill you slow every day, and sometimes trying to kill you fast. Why make it easy for him? That was one kind of work you could say no to.”

— Colson Whitehead

62. “People wore different kinds of chains across their lifetimes, but it wasn’t hard to interpret rebellion, even when the rebels wore costumes to deny blame.”

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63. “I can’t blame modern technology for my predilection for distraction, not after all the hours I’ve spent watching lost balloons disappear into the clouds. I did it before the Internet, and I’ll do it after the apocalypse, assuming we still have helium and weak-gripped children.”

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64. “Pain could be killed. Sadness could not, but the drugs did shut its mouth for a time.”

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65. “Then it comes, always – the overseer’s cry, the call to work, the shadow of the master, the reminder that she is only a human being for a tiny moment across the eternity of her servitude. The.”

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66. “If you want to see what this nation is all about, you have to ride the rails. Look outside as you speed through, and you’ll find the true face of America. It was a joke, then, from the start. There was only darkness outside the windows on her journeys, and only ever would be darkness.”

— Colson Whitehead

67. “That’s true,” Turner said. “That doesn’t mean I can’t see how it works. Maybe I see things more clearly because of it.” He made a face as the soap powder gave him a kick. “The key to in here is the same as surviving out there – you got to see how people act, and then you got to figure out how to get around them like an obstacle course. If you want to walk out of here.”

— Colson Whitehead

68. “The music stopped. The circle broke. Sometimes a slave will be lost in a brief eddy of liberation. In the sway of a sudden reverie among the furrows or while untangling the mysteries of an early morning dream. In the middle of a song on a warm Sunday night. Then it comes, always – the overseer’s cry, the call to work, the shadow of the master, the reminder that she is only a human being for a tiny moment across the eternity of her servitude.”

— Colson Whitehead

69. “When the state of Florida dug him up fifty years later, the forensic examiner noted the fractures in the wrists and speculated that he’d been restrained before he died, in addition to the other violence attested by the broken bones. Most of those who know the story of the rings in the trees are dead by now. The iron is still there. Rusty. Deep in the heartwood. Testifying to anyone who cares to listen.”

— Colson Whitehead

70. “In another country they would have been criminals, but this was America.”

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71. “Freedom was a community laboring for something lovely and rare.”

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72. “It was the softest bed she had ever lain in. But then, it was the only bed she had ever lain in.”

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73. “Cora had heard Michael recite the Declaration of Independence back on the Randall plantation many times, his voice drifting through the village like an angry phantom. She didn’t understand the words, most of them at any rate, but ‘created equal’ was not lost on her. The white men who wrote it didn’t understand it either, if ‘all men’ did not truly mean all men.”

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74. “This nation shouldn’t exist, if there is any justice in the world, for its foundations are murder, theft, and cruelty. Yet here we are.”

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75. “Fear drove these people, even more than cotton money. The shadow of the black hand that will return what has been given.”

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76. “Here was the true Great Spirit, the divine thread connecting all human endeavor – if you can keep it, it is yours. Your property, slave or continent. The American Imperative.”

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77. “The other patrollers were boys and men of bad character; the work attracted a type. In another country they would have been criminals, but this was America.”

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78. “She was a stray after all. A stray not only in its plantation meaning-orphaned, with no one to look after her-but in every other sphere as well. Somewhere, years ago, she had stepped off the path of life and could no longer find her way back to the family of people.”

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79. “On one end there was who you were before you went underground, and on the other end a new person steps out into the light.”

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80. “During his term at Nickel, the Mexican boy sidestepped the squabbles that embroiled the rest of them, the uncounted disputes over psychological turf and endless encroachments. His constant dorm reassignments notwithstanding, Jaimie kept a quiet profile and conducted himself in accordance with the Nickel handbook’s rules of conduct – a miracle, since no one had ever seen the handbook despite its constant invocations by the staff. Like justice, it existed in theory.”

— Colson Whitehead

81. “Maybe we become New Yorkers the day we realize that New York will go on without us.”

— Colson Whitehead

82. “The almanac had a strange, soapy smell and made a cracking noise like fire as she turned the pages. She’d never been the first person to open a book.”

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83. “There were plenty of things in the world that deserved to stay dead, yet they walked.”

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84. “There will be no redemption because the men who run this place do not want redemption. They want to be as near to hell as they can.”

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85. “The world continued to instruct: Do not love for they will disappear, do not trust for you will be betrayed, do not stand up for you will be swatted down. Still he heard those higher imperatives: Love and that love will be returned, trust in the righteous path and it will lead you to deliverance, fight and things will change. He never listened, never saw what was plainly in front of him, and now he had been plucked from the world altogether.”

— Colson Whitehead

86. “Their daddies taught them how to keep a slave in line, passed down this brutal heirloom.”

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87. “Slavery is a sin when whites were put to the yoke, but not the African. All men are created equal, unless we decide you are not a man.”

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88. “He told her that every one of her enemies, all the masters and overseers of her suffering, would be punished, if not in this world then the next, for justice may be slow and invisible, but it always renders its true verdict in the end.”

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89. “No, Fulton was colored. She understands this luminous truth. Natchez did not lie about that: she has seen it in the man’s books, made plain by her new literacy. In the last few days she has learned how to read, like a slave does, one forbidden word at a time.”

— Colson Whitehead

90. “Here’s one delusion: that we can escape slavery. We can’t. Its scars will never fade.”

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91. “He was all of them in one black body that night in the ring, and all of them when the shite men took him out back to those two iron rings.”

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92. “Slavery as a moral issue never interested Ethel. If God had not meant for Africans to be enslaved, they wouldn’t be in chains.”

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93. “It occurred to her one night that she was one of the vengeful monsters they were scared of: She had killed a white boy. She might kill one of them next. And because of that fear, they erected a new scaffolding of oppression on the cruel foundation laid hundreds of years before.”

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94. “Tennessee was cursed. Initially, she assigned the devastation of Tennessee, the blaze and the disease, to justice. The whites got what they deserved for enslaving her people, for massacring another race, for stealing the very land itself. Let them burn by flame or fever, let the destruction started here roll acre by acre until the dead have been avenged. But if people received their just portion of misfortune, what had she done to bring her troubles on herself?”

— Colson Whitehead

95. “You are a New Yorker when what was there before is more real and solid than what is here now.”

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96. “It was a magnificent operation, from seed to bale, but not one of them could be prideful of their labor. It had been stolen from them. Bled from them. The tunnel, the tracks, the desperate souls who found salvation in the coordination of its stations and timetables – this was a marvel to be proud of. She wondered if those who had built this thing had received their proper reward.”

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97. “Cora read the accounts of slaves who had been born in chains and learned their letters. Of Africans who had been stolen, torn from their homes and families, and described the miseries of their bondage and then their hair-raising escapes. She recognized their stories as her own. They were the stories as her own. They were the stories of all the colored people she had ever known, the stories of black people yet to be born, the foundations of their triumphs.”

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98. “Freedom was a thing that shifted as you looked at it, the way a forest is dense with the trees up close but from the outside, from the empty meadow, you see its true limits. Being free had nothing to do with chains or how much space you had. On the plantation, she was not free, but she moved unrestricted on its acres, tasting the air and tracing the summer stars. The place was big in its smallness. Here, she was free of her master but slunk around a warren so tiny she couldn’t stand.”

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99. “Poems were too close to prayer, rousing regrettable passions. Waiting for God to rescue you when it was up to you. Poetry and prayer put ideas in people’s heads that got them killed, distracting them from the ruthless mechanism of the world.”

— Colson Whitehead

100. “You are a soulless monster whose fright mask is incapable of capturing human expressions.”

— Colson Whitehead