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 WRIGHTIt 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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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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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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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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What could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true?
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The holy and the evil, the high and the low, the white and the black; our America is frightened of fact, of history, of processes, of necessity.
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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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I made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,
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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.
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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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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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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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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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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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All literature is protest.
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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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