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We black and they white. They got things and we ain’t. They do things and we can’t. It’s just like livin’ in jail.

Richard Wright

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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Afraid Bad Country Good Lonely Self Term White
I endowed it with unlimited potentialities, redeemed it for the sake of my own hungry and cloudy yearning.
RICHARD WRIGHT

Cloudy Endowed Hungry Own Potentialities Redeem Ultimate Yearning
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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Black Cities City Dusty Farm Folk Hard Land Pavement Street Thinking Upon
Reluctantly, he comes to the conclusion that to account for his book is to account for his life.
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Account Book Conclusion Life Reluctantly
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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Affect Being Believe Different Disbelieve Feeling Matter New Something
Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.
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Integrity Men Realization Self Strive
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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Arouse Believe Character Feeling Hostility Identification Right Something Wrong
Is not life exactly what it ought to be, in a certain sense? Isn’t it only the naive who find all of this baffling?
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Certain Civilization Exactly Heart Life Men Ought Sense
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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Could Death Emotion Mode Must Penalty Place Sad Said Way
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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Act Alone Assumption Been Blood Live Long Saw Suffering
The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
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Art Artist Halloween Imagination Monster
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.
RICHARD WRIGHT

Able Blood Family Forget Long Matter No Spirit
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 WRIGHT

Author Book Closely Come Dark Emotion Fact Imagination Kind More Regard Think Writing Wrote
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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Bloom Differently Drink Perhaps South Strange Transplant Warm Wind
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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Brass Bronze exchange Fashion Granite Made Medium Silver Utensil
I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
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Endure Feeling Hate Hunger Hurt Learn Live

We black and they white. They got things and we ain’t. They do things and we can’t. It’s just like livin’ in jail.

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