And they do not know why; they are powerless pawns in a blind play of social forces.
RICHARD WRIGHTMen can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.
More Richard Wright Quotes
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Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!
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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
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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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I didn’t know I was really alive in this world until I felt things hard enough to kill for ’em.
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What could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true?
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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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Reluctantly, he comes to the conclusion that to account for his book is to account for his life.
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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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I endowed it with unlimited potentialities, redeemed it for the sake of my own hungry and cloudy yearning.
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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
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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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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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Don’t leave inferences to be drawn when evidence can be presented.
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The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
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