They hate because they fear, and they fear because they feel that the deepest feelings of their lives are being assaulted and outraged.
RICHARD WRIGHTI could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
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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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Reluctantly, he comes to the conclusion that to account for his book is to account for his life.
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Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!
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Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.
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What could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true?
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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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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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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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Don’t leave inferences to be drawn when evidence can be presented.
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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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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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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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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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The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
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In me was shaping a yearning for a kind of consciousness.
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