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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.

Richard Wright

I made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,
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Bleak Environment Happen Made Thing Vbare
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
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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Always Elbow Hunger Less More Night Pray Up Wake
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
It was not a matter of believing or disbelieving what I read, but of feeling something new, of being affected by something that made the look of the world different.
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Affect Being Believe Different Disbelieve Feeling Matter New Something
Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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Book Clinched Environment Fail Nourish Support
Anything seemed possible, likely, feasible, because I wanted everything to be possible… Because I had no power to make things happen outside of me in the objective world.
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Anything Environment Happen Objective Outside Possible Sake Seem Want World
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
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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Act Alone Assumption Been Blood Live Long Saw Suffering
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
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
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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Attempt Civilization Earth Effort Frantic Frightened Notion Say
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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Arouse Believe Character Feeling Hostility Identification Right Something Wrong
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
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
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
Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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Book Environment Fail Support
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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Alive Best Book Cultural Keep Manage Me More Support Transfusion Vicarious
We black and they white. They got things and we ain’t. They do things and we can’t. It’s just like livin’ in jail.
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Black Country Jail Living People Thing White
Love grows from stable relationships, shared experience, loyalty, devotion, trust.
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Devotion Experience Grow Love Loyalty Relationship
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
You usually take it for granted and think you know us, but our history is far stranger than you suspect, and we are not what we seem.
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City Grant History Pavement Seem Stranger Suspect Take Think
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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Again Cry End Gather Reason Revealed Sense Stop Together
We had our own civilization in Africa before we were captured and carried off to this land.
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Capture Carried Country Cultivation Iron Ivory Land Medicine Own
I was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it
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Day Forget Learn Leaving might Some South Understand
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
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

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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