Top 500 Colson Whitehead Quotes (2025 Update)
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401. “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

402. “Verticality is such a risky enterprise.”

— Colson Whitehead

403. “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.”

— Colson Whitehead

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

— Colson Whitehead

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

— Colson Whitehead

406. “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

407. “Where the goblin world and its assaults were banished and there was nothing but possibility.”

— Colson Whitehead

408. “It wasn’t until they were moving again that Cora realized she forgot to ask where they were headed.”

— Colson Whitehead

409. “By his sights, the real movie started after the first one ended, in the impossible return to things before.”

— Colson Whitehead

410. “The girl’s vulgarities reminded Cora of the plantation and the stream of oaths delivered by the hands when master’s eye was not on them. The small rebellion of servants everywhere.”

— Colson Whitehead

411. “When he heard autumn leaves skuttling in the wind, he remembered that chuckle.”

— Colson Whitehead

412. “The Monday vise clenched. Here was that end-of-weekend despair, the death of amusement and the winnowing of the reprieve.”

— Colson Whitehead

413. “Her new life required a different sort of strength. She was meticulous in her posture, a walking spear, in the manner of those who’d been made to bend and will bend no more.”

— Colson Whitehead

414. “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.”

— Colson Whitehead

415. “At first, it didn’t sound like Carney. But then, Big Mike had tended his crop of grudges like a farmer, inspecting the rows, taking care they got enough water and fertilizer so that they grew big and healthy.”

— Colson Whitehead

416. “The traffic was atrocious and shaming, of that pantheon of traffic encountered when one is late to a wedding or other monumental event of fleeting import. Surely an accident unraveled its miserable inevitabilities ahead and now all was fouled, decelerated, the vehicles syllables in an incantation of misfortune.”

— Colson Whitehead

417. “Raymond shared theirs – and the.”

— Colson Whitehead

418. “Taken individually, the link was not much. But in concert with its fellows, a mighty iron that subjugated millions despite its weakness.”

— Colson Whitehead

419. “The reunions were terrific and rote, early tutelage in the recursive nature of human experience.”

— Colson Whitehead

420. “I thought, This is where the day curdles.”

— Colson Whitehead

421. “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.”

— Colson Whitehead

422. “The light at this hour, on this street, is the secondhand gray of ghetto twilight, a dull mercury color.”

— Colson Whitehead

423. “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.”

— Colson Whitehead

424. “Stickups were chops – they cook fast and hot, you’re in and out. A stakeout was ribs – fire down low, slow, taking your time.”

— Colson Whitehead

425. “I sleep poorly, but I nap rich.”

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426. “Fear drove these people, even more than cotton money.”

— Colson Whitehead

427. “Antislavery literature was illegal in this part of the nation. Abolitionists and sympathizers who came down to Georgia and Florida were run off, flogged and abused by mobs, tarred and feathered. Methodists and their inanities had no place in the bosom of King Cotton. The planters did not abide contagion.”

— Colson Whitehead

428. “Anyone can start a religion. They just need the need of others.”

— Colson Whitehead

429. “Carpenter snarled when he said the word, a mangy dog hoarding his bone:.”

— Colson Whitehead

430. “To build a House of Jerky is to triumph against the odds, to construct a nitrate-filled monument to possibility and individual perseverance. Dexter Choi was an outlaw. He faced down fate and flopped a full house.”

— Colson Whitehead

431. “Who knew the havoc and ruin they’d perpetrate if allowed to run free among decent people. Best to keep them all in here, on this island, bought for twenty-seven bucks from the Indians, the story went. Twenty-seven bucks went a lot further in those days.”

— Colson Whitehead

432. “Humiliation was his currency, but tonight Miss Laura had picked his pocket.”

— Colson Whitehead

433. “Someone helps you out by accident, it’s still help.”

— Colson Whitehead

434. “Whoever has the better stuff wins. Sound familiar, American lackeys of late-stage capitalism?”

— Colson Whitehead

435. “Sometimes a slave will be lost in a brief eddy of liberation.”

— Colson Whitehead

436. “He had a narrow raccoon face that drew Elwood’s attention to his tiny nose and dark circles under his eyes and thick bristly eyebrows. Spencer was fastidious with his dark blue Nickel uniform; every crease in his clothes looked sharp enough to cut, as if he were a living blade.”

— Colson Whitehead

437. “Things are pretty much status quo with the sexual-tension friend.”

— Colson Whitehead

438. “The owner of the plant store dipped her fingers into the soil of a pot earmarked for a city plant, one hearty in the way the shop’s customers were hearty, for wasn’t every citizen on the Grand Island a sort of sturdy indoor variety that didn’t need much sunlight.”

— Colson Whitehead

439. “The white men who wrote it didn’t understand it either, if all men did not truly mean all men.”

— Colson Whitehead

440. “He felt unreal those days of the riots when his streets were made strange by violence. Despite what America saw on the news, only a fraction of the community had picked up bricks and bats and kerosene. The devastation had been nothing compared to what lay before him now, but if you bottled the rage and hope and fury of all the people of Harlem and made it into a bomb, the results would look something like this.”

— Colson Whitehead

441. “Reconnected the dead to the living world that processed without them.”

— Colson Whitehead

442. “Picking had ruined his hands for delicate woodwork.”

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443. “Make the letters blockier, so you can see it, put some red in there. He read an article that said red was a color favored by nature to make animals take notice, and you had to be part animal to live in New York City. Made sense to use red in signs, Pepper thought. But no one was asking him.”

— Colson Whitehead

444. “That was a temporary setback,” Zippo said. “If you call an opportunity to take stock and really think about how you can make your life better a ’setback.”

— Colson Whitehead

445. “Carney’s father had torched a building or two in his day. It paid the rent.”

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446. “Even if the adults were free of the shackles that had held them fast, bondage had stolen too much time. Only the children could take full advantage of their dreaming. If white men let them.”

— Colson Whitehead

447. “The paint hung in thin rinds from the ceiling, and the sooty windows turned every hour overcast.”

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448. “That was the man’s real trouble, not the savage and uncanny civilizations he encountered – he kept forgetting what he had.”

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449. “There was a message there, if he could teach himself the language.”

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450. “My first fight made me cockeyed,” he said, “and my farewell fight set my eyes right again, so trust me when I say this sport will break you down to make you better, and that’s a fact.”

— Colson Whitehead