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 WRIGHTAnd they do not know why; they are powerless pawns in a blind play of social forces.
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We invented a medium of exchange, mined silver and gold, made pottery and cutlery, we fashioned tools and utensils of brass, bronze, ivory, quartz, and granite.
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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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The spirit I had caught gave me insight into the suffering of others, made me gravitate toward those whose feelings were like my own, made me sit for hours while others told me of their lives, made me strangely tender and cruel, violent and peaceful.
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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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What could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true?
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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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We had our own literature, our own systems of law, religion, medicine, science, and education.
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Goddamnit, look! We live here and they live there.
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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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I did not know if the story was factually true or not, but it was emotionally true […].
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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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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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And they do not know why; they are powerless pawns in a blind play of social forces.
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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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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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