“All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story, to vomit the anguish up.”
— from James Baldwin’s “The Precarious Vogue of Ingmar Bergman” in Esquire, April 1960
“I don’t like people who like me because I’m a Negro; neither do I like people who find in the same accident grounds for contempt. I love America more than any other country in the world, and, exactly for this reason, I insist on the right to criticize her perpetually. I think all theories are suspect, that the finest principles may have to be modified, or may even be pulverized by the demands of life, and that one must find, therefore, one’s own moral center and move through the world hoping that this center will guide one aright. I consider that I have many responsibilities, but none greater than this: to last, as Hemingway says, and get my work done.
“I want to be an honest man and a good writer.”
— James Baldwin
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“The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.”
James Baldwin, “Another Country,” 1962