I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .
RICHARD WRIGHTI could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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If a man confessed anything on his death bed, it was the truth; for no man could stare death in the face and lie.
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Anything seemed possible, likely, feasible, because I wanted everything to be possible… Because I had no power to make things happen outside of me in the objective world.
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Goddamnit, look! We live here and they live there.
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We had our own literature, our own systems of law, religion, medicine, science, and education.
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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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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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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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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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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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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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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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I endowed it with unlimited potentialities, redeemed it for the sake of my own hungry and cloudy yearning.
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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 artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
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