The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.
Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books...
Was emotionally true because I had already grown to feel that there existed men against whom I was powerless, men who could violate my life at will. I resolved that I would emulate the black woman if...
...the real danger does not stem from those who seek to grab their share of wealth through force, or from those who try to defend their property through violence, for both of these groups, by their af...
A knowledge of how to live was a knowledge of how to die.
Pale yellow sunshine fell through high windows and slashed the air.
Едно усмихнато момчестои сред падащия сняг,простира длани,докато побелеят.
There are times, Your Honor, when reality bears features of such an impellingly moral complexion that it is impossible to follow the hewn path of expediency. There are times when life’s ends are so ra...
I knew what was wrong with me, but I could not correct it. The words and actions ofwhite people were baffling signs to me. I was living in a culture and not a civilization and Icould learn how that cu...
Life had made the plot over and over again, to the extent that I knew it by heart.
These fantasies were no longer a reflection of my reaction to the white people, they were a part of my living, of my emotional life; they were a culture, a creed, a religion. The hostility of the whit...
As he stumbled along a high bright object caught his eyes; he looked up. Atop a building across the street, above the heads of the people, loomed a flaming cross. At once he knew that it had something...
There were many more folk ditties, some mean, others filthy, all of them cruel. No one ever thought of questioning our right to do this; our mothers and parents generally approved, either actively or...
Over spring mountainsA star ends the paragraphOf a thunderstorm.
The white folks like for us to be religious, then they can do what they want to with us.
Color hate defined the place of black life as below that of white life; and the black man, responding to the same dreams as the white man, strove to bury within his heart his awareness of this differe...
I had tasted what to me was life, and I would have more of it, somehow, someway.
Whether he’ll follow some gaudy, hysterical leader who’ll promise rashly to fill the void in him, or whether he’ll come to an understanding with the millions of his kindred fellow workers under trade-...
My imaginings, of course, had no objective value whatever. My spontaneous fantasies lived in my mind because I felt completely helpless in the face of this threat that might come upon me at any time,...
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