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.
RICHARD WRIGHTEach 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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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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I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
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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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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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What could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true?
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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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Love grows from stable relationships, shared experience, loyalty, devotion, trust.
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All literature is protest.
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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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It had been only through books-at best, no more than vicarious cultural transfusions-that I had managaed to keep myself alive in a negatively vital way.
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Reading was like a drug, a dope. The novels created moods in which I lived for days.
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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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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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The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
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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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