We had our own literature, our own systems of law, religion, medicine, science, and education.
RICHARD WRIGHTWhat could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true?
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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 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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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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All literature is protest.
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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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Love grows from stable relationships, shared experience, loyalty, devotion, trust.
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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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What could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true?
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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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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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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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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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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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Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!
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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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