The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
RICHARD WRIGHTThe 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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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.
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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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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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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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All literature is protest.
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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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Pity can purge us of hostility and arouse feelings of identification with the characters, but it can also be a consoling reassurance which leads us to believe that we have understood, and that, in pitying, we have even done something to right a wrong.
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We had our own civilization in Africa before we were captured and carried off to this land.
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They hate because they fear, and they fear because they feel that the deepest feelings of their lives are being assaulted and outraged.
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Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.
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Love grows from stable relationships, shared experience, loyalty, devotion, trust.
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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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The spirit I had caught gave me insight into the suffering of others, made me gravitate toward those whose feelings were like my own, made me sit for hours while others told me of their lives, made me strangely tender and cruel, violent and peaceful.
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In me was shaping a yearning for a kind of consciousness.
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What could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true?
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