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It would have been impossible for me to have told anyone what I derived from these novels, for it was nothing less than a sense of life itself.

Richard Wright

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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Alive Ems Enough Felt Kill Life Until
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
Reading was like a drug, a dope. The novels created moods in which I lived for days.
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Day Dope Drug Love Reading
The locomotive of my heart was rushing down a dangerously steep slope, heading for a collision, heedless of the warning red lights that blinked all about me, the sirens and the ells and the screams that filled the air.
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Ait Blink Collision Down Fill Heading Heedless Red Rush Scream Steep
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
Don’t leave inferences to be drawn when evidence can be presented.
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Drawing Evidence Inference Interfere
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
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
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 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.
RICHARD WRIGHT

Alive Best Book Cultural Keep Manage Me More Support Transfusion Vicarious
If a man confessed anything on his death bed, it was the truth; for no man could stare death in the face and lie.
RICHARD WRIGHT

Anything Bed Confess Face Lie Lying Man Men Stare
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
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
The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
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Art Artist Halloween Imagination Monster
Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.
RICHARD WRIGHT

Integrity Men Realization Self Strive

It would have been impossible for me to have told anyone what I derived from these novels, for it was nothing less than a sense of life itself.

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