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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.

Richard Wright

The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
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Art Artist Halloween Imagination Monster
Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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Book Environment Fail Support
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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Black Cities City Dusty Farm Folk Hard Land Pavement Street Thinking Upon
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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Gratitude Hour Like Live Made Peacefully Spirit Suffer Tender Violent
Reading was like a drug, a dope. The novels created moods in which I lived for days.
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Day Dope Drug Love Reading
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 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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Began Constant Could Hate Mind Nothingness Reason Sense Slowly Upon Want
I made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,
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Bleak Environment Happen Made Thing Vbare
And they do not know why; they are powerless pawns in a blind play of social forces.
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Blind Force Know Pawn Play Powerless Social
No matter how much he would long for them to forget him, they would not be able to. His family was a part of him, not only in blood, but in spirit.
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Able Blood Family Forget Long Matter No Spirit
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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Alive Ems Enough Felt Kill Life Until
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
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
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
In me was shaping a yearning for a kind of consciousness.
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Consciousness Heart Kind Light Night Shape Yearning
But to feel that there was feeling denied me, that the very breath of life itself was beyond my reach, that more than anything else hurt, wounded me. I had a new hunger.
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Anything Beyond Breath Denied Else Feel Hunger New

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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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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