He was alone. He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and wilful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and the seaharvest of shells and tangle and veiled grey sunlight.

I may not create your bread, I can prepare your bread.

I tried to decide just how I should respond to them. Whether I should act like the teacher that I was, or like the nigger that I was supposed to be.

Nietzsche said without music, life would be a mistake. To me, without books, life would be a mistake.

We've only been living in these ghettos for seventy-five years or so, but the other three hundred years -- I think this is worth writing about. I think we've made tremendous sacrifices, we've shown tremendous strength. In the ghetto you see a lot of frustration; you see very little strength.

Memories wasn't a place, memories was in the mind.

Ernest J. Gaines

Quotes by Ernest J. Gaines

Written By Ernest J. Gaines

Written By Ernest J. Gaines

Written By Ernest J. Gaines

Written By Ernest J. Gaines

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