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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.

Richard Wright

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
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 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
I listened, vaguely knowing now that I had committed some awful wrong that I could not undo, that I had uttered words I could not recall even though I ached to nullify them.
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Ache Another Awful Chance Committed Done Knowing Listen Some Undo Vaguely
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
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
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
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
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
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
What could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true?
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Barest Coming Dream Justice Pososblity Thinking True
I was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it
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Day Forget Learn Leaving might Some South Understand
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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Abiding Anyone Book Derive Impossible Less Novel Support Told
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
I did not know if the story was factually true or not, but it was emotionally true […].
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Emotionally Factually Knows Stories True
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 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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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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