That … is how the world moves: Not like an arrow, but a boomerang.
RALPH ELLISONI suspect that all the agony that goes into writing is borne precisely because the writer longs for acceptance-but it must be acceptance on his own terms.
More Ralph Ellison Quotes
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To hell with being ashamed of what you liked.
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The truth is the light and the light is the truth.
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Had the price of looking been blindness, I would have looked.
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the world is just as concrete, ornery, vile, and sublimely wonderful as before, only now I better understand my relation to it and it to me.
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I was never more hated than when I tried to be honest. Or when, even as just now I’ve tried to articulate exactly what I felt to be the truth. No one was satisfied
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Education is all a matter of building bridges.
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You start Saul, and end up Paul,’ my grandfather had often said. ‘When you’re a youngun, you Saul, but let life whup your head a bit and you starts to trying to be Paul – though you still Sauls around on the side.
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Life is as the sea, art a ship in which man conquers life’s crushing formlessness, reducing it to a course, a series of swells, tides and wind currents inscribed on a chart.
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The act of writing requires a constant plunging back into the shadow of the past where time hovers ghostlike.
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We look too much to museums. The sun coming up in the morning is enough.
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My hole is warm and full of light.
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Injustice wears ever the same harsh face wherever it shows itself.
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Perhaps to lose a sense of where you are implies the danger of losing a sense of who you are.
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I am not ashamed of my grandparents for having been slaves. I am only ashamed of myself for having at one time being ashamed.
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That which we remember is, more often than not, that which we would like to have been; or that which we hope to be. Thus our memory and our identity are ever at odds; our history ever a tale told by inattentive idealists.
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