Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.
RICHARD WRIGHTWhat could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true?
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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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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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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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I was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it
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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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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 endowed it with unlimited potentialities, redeemed it for the sake of my own hungry and cloudy yearning.
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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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Reluctantly, he comes to the conclusion that to account for his book is to account for his life.
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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.
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Goddamnit, look! We live here and they live there.
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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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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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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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