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
RALPH ELLISONI am an invisible man. I am a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids – and I might even be said to possess a mind. I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me.
More Ralph Ellison Quotes
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Meaning grows in the mind, but the shape and form of the act remains.
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That … is how the world moves: Not like an arrow, but a boomerang.
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America is woven of many strands. I would recognise them and let it so remain. Our fate is to become one, and yet many. This is not prophecy, but description.
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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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I blundered into writing.
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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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Eclecticism is the word. Like a jazz musician who creates his own style out of the styles around him, I play by ear.
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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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Had the price of looking been blindness, I would have looked.
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In those days it was either live with music or die with noise, and we chose rather desperately to live.
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And 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.
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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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It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: That I am nobody but myself.
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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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The act of writing requires a constant plunging back into the shadow of the past where time hovers ghostlike.
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