Top 500 Colson Whitehead Quotes (2026 Update)
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351. “That was Sea Island cotton the slaver had ordered for his rows, but scattered among the seeds were those of violence and death, and that crop grew fast. The whites were right to be afraid. One day the system would collapse in blood. An insurrection of one. She smiled for a moment, before the facts of her latest cell reasserted themselves. Scrabbling in the walls like a rat. Whether in the fields or underground or in an attic room, America remained her warden.”

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352. “But if he didn’t read, he was a slave.”

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353. “She’d never been the first person to open a book.”

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354. “True faith is too serious to have room for the distraction of passion.”

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355. “She is mistress to her personality and well accustomed to reminding her more atavistic inclinations that the world is the world and the odd punch or eye-gouge will not make it any other way.”

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356. “It’s not so different up there, Lila Mae. They have the same white people up there they got down here. It might look different. It might feel different. But it’s the same.”

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357. “If everyone looked the other way, then everybody was in on it. If he looked the other way, he was as implicated as the rest.”

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358. “High-minded idiocy pitted against the power of coin.”

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359. “Puedes cambiar una ley, pero no puedes cambiar a la gente ni la manera en que se tratan unos a otros.”

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360. “Sucker. The mistake was to believe he’d become someone else. That the circumstances that shaped him had been otherwise, or that to outrun those circumstances was as easy as moving to a better building or learning to speak right. Hard stop on the t. He knew where he stood now, had always known, even if he’d gotten confused; there was the matter of redress.”

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361. “The world had whispered its rules to him for his whole life and he refused to listen, hearing instead a higher order.”

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362. “According to the world, we were the definition of paradox: black boys with beach houses. A paradox to the outside, but it never occurred to us that there was anything strange about it. It was simply who we were.”

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363. “And on the plantations, the overseers preserved the names of workers in rows of tight cursive, every name an asset, breathing capital, profit made flesh.”

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364. “There was pain and then there was pain. Different magnitudes you could stand or not stand. Wetting your beak and wetting your beak.”

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365. “Estas fantasias la consolaban cuando el peso que soportaba amenazaba con romperla en mil pedazos.”

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366. “Her price fluctuated. When you are sold that many times, the world is teaching you to pay attention.”

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367. “Once you got that old, you might as well be ninety-eight or a hundred and eight. Nothing left for the world to show you but the latest incarnations of cruelty.”

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368. “A plane dragged black letters through the air: Happy Birthday America – 200 Years of Liberty and Independence. Who paid for it? He couldn’t tell, so he added: Love, Buckwheat.”

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369. “I don’t get where it says, He that stealeth a man and sells him, shall be put to death,” Cora said. “But then later it says, Slaves should be submissive to their masters in everything – and be well-pleasing.” Either it was a sin to keep another as property, or it had God’s own blessing. But to be well-pleasing in addition? A slaver must have snuck into the printing office and put that in there.”

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370. “From the trunk of their scheme, choices and decisions sprouted like branches and shoots.”

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371. “EVER since she saw a woodcut of a missionary surrounded by jungle natives, Ethel thought it would be spiritually fulfilling to serve the Lord in dark Africa, delivering savages to the light.”

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372. “But if people received their just portion of misfortune, what had she done to bring her troubles on herself?”

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373. “The cabins radiated permanence and in turn summoned timeless feelings in those who lived and died in them: envy and spite.”

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374. “Sarsaparilla boiled for one of Sybil’s tonics, overpowering the aroma of the roasting meat. Cora.”

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375. “White men squabbled before judges over claims to this or that tract hundreds of miles away that had been carved up on a map. Slaves fought with equal fervor over their tiny parcels at their feet.”

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376. “Now he thought about the poor man and his last view of earth: the groove of rust worn from the tub’s leaky faucet, like the ooze from a wound.”

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377. “Verticality is such a risky enterprise.”

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378. “She had never seen him rush or hurry. The man moved with exquisite calm, like a leaf drifting on the surface of a pond, making its own way on gentle currents.”

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379. “At the end of the day when she propped him up and told him he could do it, he puzzled over these alien things she offered him. Kindness and faith, he didn’t know which box to put them in.”

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380. “The cookies were stale and the fortunes discouraging.”

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381. “His trick: Don’t speculate where the slave is headed next. Concentrate instead on the idea that he is running away from.”

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382. “This sense of dignity.”

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383. “I had a roll of non sequiturs in my pockets and I was just tossing them out across the water trying to get a good skip going.”

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384. “Gnaw on a disappointment long enough and it will lose all flavor.”

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385. “He was jailed for inciting riots that weren’t riots but peaceful gatherings.”

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386. “After a few hands, I realized he was talking about me. The dismissive gesture in my direction tipped me off. I hadn’t been glared at with such hate by two people since couples therapy.”

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387. “She didn’t agree with the popular arguments for slavery but saw it as a necessary evil given the obvious intellectual deficiencies of the African tribe. To free them from bondage all at once would be disastrous – how would they manage their affairs without a careful and patient eye to guide them?”

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388. “Cora never got his name, nor that of the town of departure. Just that he was another person of subterranean inclinations – and a taste for imported white tile. The walls of the station were covered with it.”

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389. “Weary and a little desperate, but also high-hearted. He turned off the lights.”

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390. “There were hours when every last person on Earth thought they were the last person on Earth, and it was precisely this thought of final, irrevocable isolation that united them all.”

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391. “This slow debate about the rain: it’s not about rain at all, but the fragility of what we know. We’re all just guessing.”

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392. “They can turn rabid at any second; this is the true result of gathering integration: the replacement of sure violence with deferred sure violence.”

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393. “She didn’t see anyone she recognized; their faces had been transformed by fear.”

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394. “Money was new and unpredictable and liked to go where it pleased. Some.”

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395. “Get them off the plantation and they learned to read, it was a disease.”

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396. “The moon grew fat and thin, there were solstices, first frosts and spring rains. All these things proceeded without the interference of men. She tried to imagine what the tide looked like, coming in and going out, nipping at the sand like a little dog, heedless of people and their machinations. Her strength returned.”

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397. “It was a night in late August, a night that rekindled in rattling windows and tree branch palsy that lost recollection of autumn, misplaced for the succession of bright summer distractions, trapped heat in small rooms and sweaty underarms.”

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398. “It was in the realm of his humor, and Carney had doubtless laughed. You get older and the old jokes grow less funny.”

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399. “He was a curious boy. He wanted to be a dentist, a pragmatic choice. Teacher, doctor, preacher, undertaker. What a colored boy can aspire to in a world like this. Colored people always got bad teeth, always got a soul needed tending. Always dying.”

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400. “Harriet thought they should wake the boy. “Let him sleep,” Evelyn said, and that was the last she heard from them. If her daughter had ever been suited for motherhood, she never demonstrated it. The look on her face when little Elwood suckled on her breast – her joyless, empty eyes seeing through the walls of the house and into pure nothing – chilled Harriet to the bone whenever she remembered it.”

— Colson Whitehead