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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.

Richard Wright

Somewhere in the dead of the southern night my life had switched onto the wrong track and without my knowing it.
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Dead Know might Something Southern Switch Track Wrong
Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!
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Half Halfway House Inside Make Mind Small
Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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Book Clinched Environment Fail Nourish Support
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.
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Author Book Closely Come Dark Emotion Fact Imagination Kind More Regard Think Writing Wrote
Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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Book Environment Fail Support
All literature is protest.
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All Literature Protest
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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Anything Beyond Breath Denied Else Feel Hunger New
I knew that I lived in a country in which the aspirations of black people were limited, marked-off. Yet I felt that I had to go somewhere and do something to redeem my being alive.
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Aspiration Black Country Limited Live People Redeem Something Somewhere
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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Able Blood Family Forget Long Matter No Spirit
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
It hugs the easy way of damning those whom it cannot understand, of excluding those who look different, and it salves its conscience with a self-draped cloak of righteousness
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Conscience Damm Drape Easy Hug Righteousness Salvie Self
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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Basket Cloth Cotton Dance Folk Glass Iron Music Poem Smelted Spun Wool Work
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
I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
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Endure Feeling Hate Hunger Hurt Learn Live
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
there are times when life’s ends are so raveled that reason and sense cry out that we stop and gather them together again before we can proceed
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Again Cry End Gather Reason Revealed Sense Stop Together

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