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.

RICHARD WRIGHT

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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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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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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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I did not know if the story was factually true or not, but it was emotionally true […].

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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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All literature is protest.

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All literature is protest.
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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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Pity can purge us of hostility and arouse feelings of identification with the characters, but it can also be a consoling reassurance which leads us to believe that we have understood, and that, in pitying, we have even done something to right a wrong.

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Pity can purge us of hostility and arouse feelings of identification with the characters, but it can also be a consoling reassurance which leads us to believe that we have understood, and that, in pitying, we have even done something to right a wrong.
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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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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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Somewhere in the dead of the southern night my life had switched onto the wrong track and without my knowing it.
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I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.

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I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
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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.

RICHARD WRIGHT

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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We had our own civilization in Africa before we were captured and carried off to this land.
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What could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true?

RICHARD WRIGHT

What could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true?
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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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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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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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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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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 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 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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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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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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