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The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.

Richard Wright

A mode of being that the way of life about me had said could not be, must not be, and upon which the penalty of death had been placed.
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Could Death Emotion Mode Must Penalty Place Sad Said Way
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
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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Basket Cloth Cotton Dance Folk Glass Iron Music Poem Smelted Spun Wool Work
We had our own literature, our own systems of law, religion, medicine, science, and education.
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Education Literature Medicine Own Religion Science System
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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Conscience Damm Drape Easy Hug Righteousness Salvie Self
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
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
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
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.
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Ache Another Awful Chance Committed Done Knowing Listen Some Undo Vaguely
They hate because they fear, and they fear because they feel that the deepest feelings of their lives are being assaulted and outraged.
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Being Deepest Fear Feeling Hate Live Play
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
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
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
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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Author Book Closely Come Dark Emotion Fact Imagination Kind More Regard Think Writing Wrote
Don’t leave inferences to be drawn when evidence can be presented.
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Drawing Evidence Inference Interfere
Reluctantly, he comes to the conclusion that to account for his book is to account for his life.
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Account Book Conclusion Life Reluctantly

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