The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
RICHARD WRIGHTLove grows from stable relationships, shared experience, loyalty, devotion, trust.
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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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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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I was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it
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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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I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
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But the color of a Negro’s skin makes him easily recognizable, makes him suspect, converts him into a defenseless target
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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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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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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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Is not life exactly what it ought to be, in a certain sense? Isn’t it only the naive who find all of this baffling?
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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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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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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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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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I did not know if the story was factually true or not, but it was emotionally true […].
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