In me was shaping a yearning for a kind of consciousness.
RICHARD WRIGHTI endowed it with unlimited potentialities, redeemed it for the sake of my own hungry and cloudy yearning.
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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 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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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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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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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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I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
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Reading was like a drug, a dope. The novels created moods in which I lived for days.
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Kill them, turn back time to the moment before I had talked so that I could have another chance to save myself.
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We had our own literature, our own systems of law, religion, medicine, science, and education.
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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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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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I did not know if the story was factually true or not, but it was emotionally true […].
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Goddamnit, look! We live here and they live there.
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I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .
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I could think of nothing. And, slowly, it was upon exactly that nothingness that my mind began to dwell, that constant sense of wanting without having, of being hated without reason.
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