We smelted iron, danced, made music and folk poems; we sculpted, worked in glass, spun cotton and wool, wove baskets and cloth.
RICHARD WRIGHTI 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.
More Richard Wright Quotes
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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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We had our own literature, our own systems of law, religion, medicine, science, and education.
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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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All literature is protest.
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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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In me was shaping a yearning for a kind of consciousness.
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I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .
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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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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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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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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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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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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 not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it
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