I do not know if all cops are poets, but I know that all cops carry guns with triggers.
RALPH ELLISONAnd while the ice was melting to form a flood in which I threatened to drown I awoke one afternoon to find that my first northern winter had set.
More Ralph Ellison Quotes
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I am one of the most irresponsible beings that ever lived. Irresponsibility is part of my invisibility; any way you face it, it is a denial. But to whom can I be responsible, and why should I be, when you refuse to see me?
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Without the possibility of action, all knowledge comes to one labeled ‘file and forget.’
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Education is all a matter of building bridges.
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Having tried to give pattern to the chaos which lives within the pattern of your certainties, I must come out, I must emerge.
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The clock ticked with empty urgency, as though trying to catch up with the time. In the street a siren howled.
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It is sometimes advantageous to be unseen, although it is most often rather wearing on the nerves.
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Commercial rock ‘n’ roll music is a brutalization of the stream of contemporary Negro church music an obscene looting of a cultural expression.
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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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Good fiction is made of that which is real, and reality is difficult to come by.
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I feel the need to reaffirm all of it, the whole unhappy territory and all the things loved and unloveable in it, for it is all part of me.
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In order to travel far you have to be detached.
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I am nobody but myself.
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Had the price of looking been blindness, I would have looked.
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The antidote to hubris, to overweening pride, is irony, that capacity to discover and systematize ideas.
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If social protest is antithetical to art, what then shall we make of Goya, Dickens, and Twain?
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