It would have been impossible for me to have told anyone what I derived from these novels, for it was nothing less than a sense of life itself.
RICHARD WRIGHTBut the color of a Negro’s skin makes him easily recognizable, makes him suspect, converts him into a defenseless target
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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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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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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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In me was shaping a yearning for a kind of consciousness.
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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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Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.
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I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .
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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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I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
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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 was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it
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It had been only through books-at best, no more than vicarious cultural transfusions-that I had managaed to keep myself alive in a negatively vital way.
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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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Reluctantly, he comes to the conclusion that to account for his book is to account for his life.
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