Reluctantly, he comes to the conclusion that to account for his book is to account for his life.
RICHARD WRIGHTThe holy and the evil, the high and the low, the white and the black; our America is frightened of fact, of history, of processes, of necessity.
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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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I endowed it with unlimited potentialities, redeemed it for the sake of my own hungry and cloudy yearning.
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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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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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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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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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Reading was like a drug, a dope. The novels created moods in which I lived for days.
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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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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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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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And they do not know why; they are powerless pawns in a blind play of social forces.
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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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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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The holy and the evil, the high and the low, the white and the black; our America is frightened of fact, of history, of processes, of necessity.
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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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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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Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.
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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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Goddamnit, look! We live here and they live there.
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I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
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We had our own literature, our own systems of law, religion, medicine, science, and education.
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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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I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .
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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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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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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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