Will Wright
Will Wright
William, Will or Bill Wright may refer to:...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionGame Designer
Date of Birth20 January 1960
CityAtlanta, GA
CountryUnited States of America
world sake environment
Anything seemed possible, likely, feasible, because I wanted everything to be possible... Because I had no power to make things happen outside of me in the objective world, I made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak, I endowed it with unlimited potentialities, redeemed it for the sake of my own hungry and cloudy yearning.
blood long suffering
He had lived and acted on the assumption that he was alone, and now he saw that he had not been. What he had done made others suffer. No matter how much he would long for them to forget him, they would not be able to. His family was a part of him, not only in blood, but in spirit.
heart night light
In me was shaping a yearning for a kind of consciousness, a mode of being that the way of life about me had said could not be, must not be, and upon which the penalty of death had been placed. Somewhere in the dead of the southern night my life had switched onto the wrong track and without my knowing it, the locomotive of my heart was rushing down a dangerously steep slope, heading for a collision, heedless of the warning red lights that blinked all about me, the sirens and the ells and the screams that filled the air.
country people african-american
I knew that I lived in a country in which the aspirations of black people were limited, marked-off. Yet I felt that I had to go somewhere and do something to redeem my being alive.
rain wind leaving
I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . . I was taking a part of the South to transplant in alien soil, to see if it could grow differently, if it could drink of new and cool rains, bend in strange winds, respond to the warmth of other suns and, perhaps, to bloom
heart men civilization
Is not life exactly what it ought to be, in a certain sense? Isn't it only the naive who find all of this baffling? If you've a notion of what man's heart is, wouldn't you say that maybe the whole effort of man on earth to build a civilization is simply man's frantic and frightened attempt to hide himself from himself?
together-again cry reason
there are times when life's ends are so raveled that reason and sense cry out that we stop and gather them together again before we can proceed
night elbows wake-up
Hunger has always been more or less at my elbow when I played, but now I began to wake up at night to find hunger standing at my bedside, staring at my gauntly.
book support alive
It had been only through books-at best, no more than vicarious cultural transfusions-that I had managaed to keep myself alive in a negatively vital way. Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books...
literature protest
All literature is protest.
loyalty devotion love-grows
Love grows from stable relationships, shared experience, loyalty, devotion, trust.
art imagination bows
The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
reading dope drug
Reading was like a drug, a dope. The novels created moods in which I lived for days.
lying men faces
If a man confessed anything on his death bed, it was the truth; for no man could stare death in the face and lie.