Injustice wears ever the same harsh face wherever it shows itself.
RALPH ELLISONThe antidote to hubris, to overweening pride, is irony, that capacity to discover and systematize ideas.
More Ralph Ellison Quotes
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Life is to be lived, not controlled, and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat.
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Power, for the writer….lies in his ability to reveal if only a little bit more about the complexity of humanity.
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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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Power doesn’t have to show off. Power is confident, self-assuring, self-starting and self-stopping, self-warming and self-justifying. When you have it, you know it.
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That … is how the world moves: Not like an arrow, but a boomerang.
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And I knew that it was better to live out one’s absurdity than to die for that of others.
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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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Without the possibility of action, all knowledge comes to one labeled ‘file and forget.’
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And the mind that has conceived a plan of living must never lose sight of the chaos against which that pattern was conceived. That goes for societies as well as for individuals.
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Meaning grows in the mind, but the shape and form of the act remains.
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I 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.
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Words are your business, boy. Not just the word. Words are everything. The key to the rock, the answer to the question.
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Everywhere I’ve turned somebody has wanted to sacrifice me for my own good—only /they/ were the ones who benefited. And now we start on the old sacrificial merry-go-round. At what point do we stop?
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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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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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