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If a man confessed anything on his death bed, it was the truth; for no man could stare death in the face and lie.

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Each day when you see us black folk upon the dusty land of your farm or upon the hard pavement of your city streets.
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It made me love talk that sought answers to questions that could help nobody, that could only keep alive in me that enthralling sense of wonder and awe in the face of the drama of human feeling which is hidden by the external drama of life.
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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?
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I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .
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It was not a matter of believing or disbelieving what I read, but of feeling something new, of being affected by something that made the look of the world different.
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All literature is protest.
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At the age of twelve I had an attitude toward life that was to endure, that was to make me seek those areas of living that would keep it alive, that was to make me skeptical of everything while seeking everything, tolerant of all and yet critical.
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I made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,
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It would have been impossible for me to have told anyone what I derived from these novels, for it was nothing less than a sense of life itself.
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Kill them, turn back time to the moment before I had talked so that I could have another chance to save myself.
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Goddamnit, look! We live here and they live there.
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Reluctantly, he comes to the conclusion that to account for his book is to account for his life.
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The more closely the author thinks of why he wrote, the more he comes to regard his imagination as a kind of self-generating cement which glued his facts together, and his emotions as a kind of dark and obscure designer of those facts.
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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?
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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.
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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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