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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.

Richard Wright

Our too-young and too-new America, lusty because it is lonely, aggressive because it is afraid, insists upon seeing the world in terms of good and bad.
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Afraid Bad Country Good Lonely Self Term White
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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Dead Know might Something Southern Switch Track Wrong
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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Black Country Evil Fact Frightened High History Holy Necessity Process White
Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!
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Half Halfway House Inside Make Mind Small
I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .
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Darling Leaving Myself Rain South Unknown Wind
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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Brass Bronze exchange Fashion Granite Made Medium Silver Utensil
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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Answer Drama Feeling Help Human Love Made Nobody Question Sense Sought Wonder
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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Basket Cloth Cotton Dance Folk Glass Iron Music Poem Smelted Spun Wool Work
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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Abiding Anyone Book Derive Impossible Less Novel Support Told
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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Being Deepest Fear Feeling Hate Live Play
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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Bloom Differently Drink Perhaps South Strange Transplant Warm Wind
Reluctantly, he comes to the conclusion that to account for his book is to account for his life.
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Account Book Conclusion Life Reluctantly
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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Age Aread Attitude Endure Everything Life Living Others Peaceful Spekticle Suffering Twelve
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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Anything Bed Confess Face Lie Lying Man Men Stare
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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Another Back Before Talk Chance Kill Moment Myself Save Turn
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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Ait Blink Collision Down Fill Heading Heedless Red Rush Scream Steep

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