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.
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.
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Our too-young and too-new America, lusty because it is lonely, aggressive because it is afraid, insists upon seeing the world in terms of good and bad.
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We had our own literature, our own systems of law, religion, medicine, science, and education.
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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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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 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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Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!
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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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A mode of being that the way of life about me had said could not be, must not be, and upon which the penalty of death had been placed.
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The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
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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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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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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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All literature is protest.
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I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .
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