We invented a medium of exchange, mined silver and gold, made pottery and cutlery, we fashioned tools and utensils of brass, bronze, ivory, quartz, and granite.
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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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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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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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 made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,
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We black and they white. They got things and we ain’t. They do things and we can’t. It’s just like livin’ in jail.
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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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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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Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.
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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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Reading was like a drug, a dope. The novels created moods in which I lived for days.
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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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Reluctantly, he comes to the conclusion that to account for his book is to account for his life.
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The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
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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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And they do not know why; they are powerless pawns in a blind play of social forces.
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