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
RICHARD WRIGHTWhat could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true?
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Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!
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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.
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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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I made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,
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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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Each 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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Reluctantly, he comes to the conclusion that to account for his book is to account for his life.
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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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It made me love talk that sought answers to questions that could help nobody, that could only keep alive in me that enthralling sense of wonder and awe in the face of the drama of human feeling which is hidden by the external drama of life.
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No matter how much he would long for them to forget him, they would not be able to. His family was a part of him, not only in blood, but in spirit.
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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 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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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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I was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it
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I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
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