Reading was like a drug, a dope. The novels created moods in which I lived for days.
RICHARD WRIGHTHe 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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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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Hunger has always been more or less at my elbow when I played, but now I began to wake up at night to find hunger standing at my bedside, staring at my gauntly.
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Don’t leave inferences to be drawn when evidence can be presented.
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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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I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
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But the color of a Negro’s skin makes him easily recognizable, makes him suspect, converts him into a defenseless target
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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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Goddamnit, look! We live here and they live there.
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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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You usually take it for granted and think you know us, but our history is far stranger than you suspect, and we are not what we seem.
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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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They hate because they fear, and they fear because they feel that the deepest feelings of their lives are being assaulted and outraged.
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Love grows from stable relationships, shared experience, loyalty, devotion, trust.
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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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The spirit I had caught gave me insight into the suffering of others, made me gravitate toward those whose feelings were like my own, made me sit for hours while others told me of their lives, made me strangely tender and cruel, violent and peaceful.
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