I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .
RICHARD WRIGHTLove grows from stable relationships, shared experience, loyalty, devotion, trust.
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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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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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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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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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If a man confessed anything on his death bed, it was the truth; for no man could stare death in the face and lie.
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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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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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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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The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
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In me was shaping a yearning for a kind of consciousness.
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It made me love talk that sought answers to questions that could help nobody, that could only keep alive in me that enthralling sense of wonder and awe in the face of the drama of human feeling which is hidden by the external drama of 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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What could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true?
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Hunger has always been more or less at my elbow when I played, but now I began to wake up at night to find hunger standing at my bedside, staring at my gauntly.
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