Top 500 Colson Whitehead Quotes (2024 Update)
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101. “Tonight the song you always despised strides from the jukebox full-bodied and you hear the lyrics for the first time, understand the lyrics for the first time after all these years. This new you with an older soul. Now it’s your favorite. All this time singing the wrong words.”

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102. “New York City does not hold our former selves against us. Perhaps we can extend the same courtesy.”

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103. “Sometimes such an experience bound one person to another; just as often the shame of one’s powerlessness made all witnesses into enemies.”

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104. “In America the quirk was that people were things. Best to cut your losses on an old man who won’t survive a trip across the ocean. A young buck from strong tribal stock got customers into a froth. A slave girl squeezing out pups was like a mint, money that bred money. If you were a thing – a cart or a horse or a slave – your value determined your possibilities.”

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105. “The world is mean from the start and gets meaner every day. It uses you up until you only dream of death. Mabel.”

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106. “But who can resist the seductions of elevators these days, those stepping stones to Heaven, which make relentless verticality so alluring?”

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107. “I prefer the American spirit, the one that called us from the Old World to the New, to conquer and build and civilize. And destroy that what needs to be destroyed. To lift up the lesser races. If not lift up, subjugate. And if not subjugate, exterminate. Our destiny by divine prescription – the American imperative.”

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108. “The Four Questions?” “As put forth by Mettleheim: How did this happen? How could this happen? Is it exceptional? How will it be avoided in the future?”

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109. “Here’s a tip for new parents: Start lowering those expectations early, it’s going to pay off later.”

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110. “The only currency to satisfy the debt was their survival and to help others when circumstances permitted.”

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111. “Problem was, even if you avoided trouble, trouble might reach out and snatch you anyway. Another student might sniff out a weakness and start something, one of the staff dislikes your smile and knocks it off your face. You might stumble into a bramble of bad luck of the sort that got you here in the first place.”

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112. “Well, imagine you are alone in a room... Are you the best, most special person in the room right now? Yes. That’s the gift of being alone.”

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113. “That’s how the European tribes operate, she said. If they can’t control it, they destroy it.”

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114. “Two people, two hands, and two songs, in this case “Big Shot” and “Bette Davis Eyes.” The lyrics of the two songs provided no commentary, honest or ironic, on the proceedings. They were merely there and always underfoot, the insistent gray muck that was pop culture. It stuck to our shoes and we tracked it through our lives.”

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115. “The championship would be their sole acquaintance with justice at Nickel.”

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116. “How to get through the day if every indignity capsized you in a ditch?”

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117. “Racial prejudice rotted one’s faculties.”

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118. “In terms of why everything is different, each book is different than the one before because I’m so bored of what I just finished I want to work on something different. The next book becomes an antidote to what I did before.”

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119. “He ate every miserable spoonful and ever since it struck him that adults are always trying to buy off children to make them forget their bad actions.”

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120. “Cherish your old apartments and pause for a moment when you pass them. Pay tribute, for they are the caretakers for your reinventions.”

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121. “He was a mediocre man. He had led a mediocre life exceptional only in the magnitude of its unexceptionality. Now the world was mediocre, rendering him perfect.”

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122. “What did you get for that, for knowing the day you were born into the white man’s world? It didn’t seem like the thing.”

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123. “I have a good poker face because I am half dead inside.”

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124. “He had nerve damage: input could not penetrate. The world stalled out at his edges. Sometimes he had trouble speaking to other people, rummaging for language, and it seemed to him that an invisible layer divided him from the rest of the world, a membrane of emotional surface tension.”

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125. “The word we. We are not one people but many different people. How can one person speak for this great, beautiful race – which is not one race but many, with a million desires and hopes and wished for ourselves and our children?”

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126. “And America, too, is a delusion, the grandest one of all. The white race believes – believes with all its heart – that it is their right to take the land. To kill Indians. Make war. Enslave their brothers. 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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127. “He was a mote cycling in the wheels of a giant clock. Millions of people tended to this magnificent contraption, they lived and sweated and toiled in it, serving the mechanism of metropolis and making it bigger, better, story by glorious story and idea by unlikely idea. How small he was, tumbling between the teeth.”

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128. “He has to trust a stranger to do the right thing. It was impossible, like loving the one who wanted to destroy you, but that was the message of the movement: to trust in the ultimate decency that lived in every human heart.”

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129. “The land she tilled and worked had been Indian land. She knew the white men bragged about the efficiency of the massacres, where they killed women and babies, and strangled their futures in the crib. Stolen babies working stolen land. It was an engine that did not stop, its hungry boiler fed with blood.”

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130. “You go on about reasons,” Cora said. “Call things by other names as if it changes what they are. But that don’t make them true.”

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131. “Plantation justice was mean and constant but the world was indiscriminate. Out in the world, the wicked escaped comeuppance and the decent stood in their stead at the whipping tree. Tennessee’s disasters were the fruit of indifferent nature, without connection to the crimes of the homesteaders. To how the Cherokee had lived their lives.”

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132. “Later he decided the specifics were not important, that the true lesson of accidents is not the how or the why, but the taken-for-granted world they exile you from.”

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133. “The previous night in Tennessee, Ridgeway had called Cora and her mother a flaw in the American scheme. If two women were a flaw, what was a community? –.”

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134. “Maynard Spencer was a white man in his late fifties, bits of silver in his cropped black hair. A real “crack of dawner,” as Harriet used to say, who moved with a deliberate air, as if he rehearsed everything in front of a mirror.”

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135. “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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136. “I write books and either people read them or they don’t read them. The rise of Facebook or e-books doesn’t change the difficulty level of writing sentences and thinking up new ideas.”

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137. “No one really cares about other people when you get down to it – their own struggles are too close up.”

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138. “They will have to destroy this city once we deliver the black box. The current bones will not accommodate the marrow of the device. They will have to raze the city and cart off the rubble to less popular boroughs and start anew.”

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139. “Resentment was the hinge of her personality.”

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140. “Crossing a single street transformed the way people talked, determined the size and condition of the homes, the dimension and character of the dreams.”

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141. “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, because in the end, whatever goes down, whatever you get up to, your triumphs and transgressions, nobody actually understands what it means except for you.”

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142. “She is alone with an unattended desk light whose electricity is an expenditure waiting to be itemized and eliminated in the next budget of Lift magazine, Covering the Elevator Industry for Thirty Years.”

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143. “It was a gorgeous and intricate delusion, Manhattan, and from crooked angles on overcast days you saw it disintegrate, were forced to consider this tenuous creature in its true nature.”

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144. “Also, Archimedes, one of his first encyclopedia finds. Violence is the only lever big enough to move the world.”

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145. “She said that white towns had simply banded together to rid themselves of the black stronghold in their midst. That is how the European tribes operate, she said. If they can’t control it, they destroy it. If.”

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146. “How to undo slavery’s injury to the mental faculties–so many freed men continued to be enslaved by the horrors they’d endured.”

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147. “He is fat and pink. On the United Elevator Co. advertisements, they airbrush away the pocks in his cheeks, the red slivers in his nose. In person he is too flesh, a handful of raw meat. Dogs have been known to follow him, optimistic.”

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148. “He had met this sort of white man before, earnest and believing what came out of their mouths. The veracity of their words was another matter, but at least they believed them. The southern white man was spat from the loins of the devil and there was no way to forecast his next evil act.”

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149. “I feel about my phone the way horror-movie ventriloquists feel about their dummies: It’s smarter than me, better than me, and I will kill anyone who comes between us.”

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150. “He stopped hooking up with other people once he realized the first thing he did was calculate whether or not he could outrun them.”

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