Top 500 Colson Whitehead Quotes (2024 Update)
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351. “If the correct things belonged to you, perhaps you might belong.”

— Colson Whitehead

352. “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.”

— Colson Whitehead

353. “I’m all for your people. You might not think so, but I am. I’m all for colored progress, but gradual. You can’t do everything overnight – that would be chaos.”

— Colson Whitehead

354. “Let one colored in and you’re integrated. Let two in, you got a race war as they try to kiss up to whitey.”

— Colson Whitehead

355. “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.”

— Colson Whitehead

356. “She was sure he had claimed a hundred and one years at his last party. He was only half that, which meant he was the oldest slave anyone on the two Randall plantations had ever met. 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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357. “The mere fact of Vegas, its necessity, was an indictment of our normal lives. If we needed this place – to transform into a high roller or a sexy swinger, to be someone else, a winner for once – then certainly the world beyond the desert was a small and mealy place indeed.”

— Colson Whitehead

358. “Time enough for Cora to take stock of her journey from Randall and make a thick braid of her misfortunes.”

— Colson Whitehead

359. “Her mind was wily though, twisty. Thoughts she did not like wormed in from the sides, from beneath, through the cracks, from places she had battened down.”

— Colson Whitehead

360. “The nervous talk was understandable; for most, this was their first visit with a doctor. On the Randall plantation, the doctor was only called when the slave remedies, the roots and salves, had failed and a valued hand was near death.”

— Colson Whitehead

361. “Maybe everything the slave catcher said was true, Cora thought, every justification, and the sons of Ham were cursed and the slave master performed the Lord’s will. And maybe he was just a man talking to an outhouse door, waiting for someone to wipe her ass. –.”

— Colson Whitehead

362. “The white man in the book, Gulliver, roved from peril to peril, each new island a new predicament to solve before he could return home. That was the man’s real trouble, not the savage and uncanny civilizations he encountered – he kept forgetting what he had. That was white people all over: Build a schoolhouse and let it rot, make a home then keep straying.”

— Colson Whitehead

363. “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.”

— Colson Whitehead

364. “The man with the handlebar mustache had a scar that dug from his lip to the middle of his cheek, as if he’d wriggled free from a fisherman’s hook.”

— Colson Whitehead

365. “If two women were a flaw, what was a community?”

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366. “Elwood dressed in the dark slacks from last year’s Emancipation Day play. He’d grown a few inches, so he let them out and they showed the barest sliver of his white socks. A new emerald tie clip held his black tie in place and the knot only took six attempts. His shoes glinted with polish. He looked the part, even if he still worried for his glasses if the police brought out nightsticks. If the whites carried iron pipes and baseball bats.”

— Colson Whitehead

367. “There was no recourse, were no laws but the ones rewritten every day.”

— Colson Whitehead

368. “Adult trouble was more permanent than Aunt Millie smacking you with a hairbrush or his father taking off his belt.”

— Colson Whitehead

369. “And if you could make a study of the dead, Stevens thought from time to time, you could make a study of the living, and make them testify as no cadaver could.”

— Colson Whitehead

370. “After a lull in white arrests, some towns increased the rewards for turning in collaborators. Folks informed on business rivals, ancient nemeses, and neighbors, recounting old conversations where the traitors had uttered forbidden sympathies. Children tattled on their parents, taught by schoolmistresses the hallmarks of sedition.”

— Colson Whitehead

371. “We were a made-for-TV family. Every new channel added to our lineup, every magnificent home-entertainment advance increased the possibility that we wouldn’t have to talk to one another.”

— Colson Whitehead

372. “On nights when Tom Bird felt separate from his life’s design, he shared stories of the Great Spirit. The Great Spirit lived in all things – the earth, the sky, the animals and forests – flowing through and connecting them in a divine thread.”

— Colson Whitehead

373. “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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374. “This sense of dignity.”

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

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376. “When you remember this moment later you will understand that I was saying goodbye even if you did not know it.”

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

— Colson Whitehead

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

— Colson Whitehead

379. “He remained imperturbable and strange.”

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380. “The signs had been there since he could walk, and he perfected the more distasteful aspects of his personality as he lurched into manhood and assumed his responsibilities.”

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381. “The doctor was a frequent visitor at Miss Trumball’s establishment, preferring it to the Lanchester house, whose girls had a saturnine disposition in his opinion, as if imported from Maine or other gloom-loving provinces.”

— Colson Whitehead

382. “The white men were silent. As if they’d given up or decided that a small freedom was the worst punishment of all, presenting the bounty of true freedom into painful relief. One.”

— Colson Whitehead

383. “She wondered where he escaped from, how bad it was, and how far he traveled before he put it behind him.”

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384. “We may not know the way through the forest, but we can pick each other up when we fall, and we will arrive together.” –.”

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385. “I was one of them on the dance floor and they were one of me. I jostled, was jostled in turn, collision as communication: I am here, we’re here together. The bass bounced my shirt on my chest.”

— Colson Whitehead

386. “He thought this city was a good place for him because nobody knew him – And he liked the contradiction that the one place that did know him was the one place he didn’t want to be.”

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387. “He’d broken through into a small corner of American success where his race did not curse him. Some might have lived in that space happily, rising alone. Lander wanted to make room for others. People were wonderful company sometimes.”

— Colson Whitehead

388. “The old woman had destroyed his family so thoroughly it couldn’t have been accidental. It wasn’t her niece’s greed – the old woman had played a trick on them the whole time.”

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389. “A free black walks different than a slave,” he said. “White people recognize it immediately, even if they don’t know it. Walks different, talks different, carries himself different. It’s in the bones.”

— Colson Whitehead

390. “Verticality is such a risky enterprise.”

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391. “People get rid of plenty when they move – sometimes they’re changing not just places but personalities. Up or down “the economic ladder.” Maybe the bed won’t fit in the new place, or the sofa’s too boxy, or they’re newlyweds and put a new living-room set on their registry. A lot of these white-flight families splitting for the suburbs, Long Island and Westchester, they’re making a whole new start – shaking the city off, and that means getting rid of how they used to see themselves.”

— Colson Whitehead

392. “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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393. “It was where we mingled with who we had been and who we would be. Sharing space with our echoes out in the sun.”

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394. “Harriet Johnson was a slight hummingbird of a woman who conducted herself in everything with furious purpose.”

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395. “No one remembered the unfortunate who had lent his name to the cabin. He lived long enough to embody qualities before being undone by them. Off to Hob with those who had been crippled by the overseers’ punishments, off to Hob with those who had been broken by the labor in ways you could see and in ways you could not see, off to Hob with those who had lost their wits. Off to Hob with strays.”

— Colson Whitehead

396. “The whites were right to be afraid. One day the system would collapse in blood. An.”

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397. “He stopped watching the movie a few years later when he realized he didn’t watch it because it was sort of corny, or they got the facts wrong, or it marked how far he had come, but because watching it made him sad, and a nutjob part of him sought out that sadness.”

— Colson Whitehead

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

— Colson Whitehead

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

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400. “On visiting day, he told her he was okay but sad, it was difficult but he was hanging in there, when all he wanted to say was, Look at what they did to me, look at what they did to me.”

— Colson Whitehead