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 WRIGHTA mode of being that the way of life about me had said could not be, must not be, and upon which the penalty of death had been placed.
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He had lived and acted on the assumption that he was alone, and now he saw that he had not been. What he had done made others suffer.
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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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I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
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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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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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Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.
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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 knew that I lived in a country in which the aspirations of black people were limited, marked-off. Yet I felt that I had to go somewhere and do something to redeem my being alive.
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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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They hate because they fear, and they fear because they feel that the deepest feelings of their lives are being assaulted and outraged.
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The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
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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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What could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true?
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I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .
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A mode of being that the way of life about me had said could not be, must not be, and upon which the penalty of death had been placed.
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