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

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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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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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I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .
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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 made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,
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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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Reluctantly, he comes to the conclusion that to account for his book is to account for his life.
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The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
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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 knew that I lived in a country in which the aspirations of black people were limited, marked-off. Yet I felt that I had to go somewhere and do something to redeem my being alive.
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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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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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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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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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Love grows from stable relationships, shared experience, loyalty, devotion, trust.
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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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