It hugs the easy way of damning those whom it cannot understand, of excluding those who look different, and it salves its conscience with a self-draped cloak of righteousness
RICHARD WRIGHTI made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,
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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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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
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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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I endowed it with unlimited potentialities, redeemed it for the sake of my own hungry and cloudy yearning.
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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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Reluctantly, he comes to the conclusion that to account for his book is to account for his life.
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The holy and the evil, the high and the low, the white and the black; our America is frightened of fact, of history, of processes, of necessity.
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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
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You usually take it for granted and think you know us, but our history is far stranger than you suspect, and we are not what we seem.
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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 could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
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I listened, vaguely knowing now that I had committed some awful wrong that I could not undo, that I had uttered words I could not recall even though I ached to nullify them.
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I made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,
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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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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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