I didn’t know I was really alive in this world until I felt things hard enough to kill for ’em.
RICHARD WRIGHTThe artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
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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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And they do not know why; they are powerless pawns in a blind play of social forces.
RICHARD WRIGHTAnd they do not know why; they are powerless pawns in a blind play of social forces.
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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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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.
RICHARD WRIGHTIt 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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Don’t leave inferences to be drawn when evidence can be presented.
RICHARD WRIGHTDon’t leave inferences to be drawn when evidence can be presented.
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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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Each day when you see us black folk upon the dusty land of your farm or upon the hard pavement of your city streets.
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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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.
RICHARD WRIGHTAt 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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The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
RICHARD WRIGHTThe artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
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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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Violence is a personal necessity for the oppressed…It is not a strategy consciously devised. It is the deep, instinctive expression of a human being denied individuality.
RICHARD WRIGHTViolence is a personal necessity for the oppressed…It is not a strategy consciously devised. It is the deep, instinctive expression of a human being denied individuality.
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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.
RICHARD WRIGHTI 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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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.
RICHARD WRIGHTThe 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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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 WRIGHTIf 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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I made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,
RICHARD WRIGHTI made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,
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Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!
RICHARD WRIGHTMake up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!
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