What could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true?
RICHARD WRIGHTI was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it
More Richard Wright Quotes
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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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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.
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Love grows from stable relationships, shared experience, loyalty, devotion, trust.
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I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .
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I could think of nothing. And, slowly, it was upon exactly that nothingness that my mind began to dwell, that constant sense of wanting without having, of being hated without reason.
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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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Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!
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We invented a medium of exchange, mined silver and gold, made pottery and cutlery, we fashioned tools and utensils of brass, bronze, ivory, quartz, and granite.
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We smelted iron, danced, made music and folk poems; we sculpted, worked in glass, spun cotton and wool, wove baskets and cloth.
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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.
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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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Somewhere in the dead of the southern night my life had switched onto the wrong track and without my knowing it.
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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.
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I was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it
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I made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,
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