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

RICHARD WRIGHT

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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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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.

RICHARD WRIGHT

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

RICHARD WRIGHT

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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You usually take it for granted and think you know us, but our history is far stranger than you suspect, and we are not what we seem.

RICHARD WRIGHT

You usually take it for granted and think you know us, but our history is far stranger than you suspect, and we are not what we seem.
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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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I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .

RICHARD WRIGHT

I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .
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Darling South Unknown
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

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.

RICHARD WRIGHT

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 made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,

RICHARD WRIGHT

I made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,
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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?

RICHARD WRIGHT

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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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 WRIGHT

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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Each day when you see us black folk upon the dusty land of your farm or upon the hard pavement of your city streets.

RICHARD WRIGHT

Each day when you see us black folk upon the dusty land of your farm or upon the hard pavement of your city streets.
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I was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it

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I was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it
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Day Learn might Some South
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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Basket Cloth Cotton Folk Smelted Spun Wool
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

RICHARD WRIGHT

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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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.

RICHARD WRIGHT

Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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