I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. Like the bodiless heads you see sometimes in circus sideshows, it is as though I ….

The world is a possibility if only you'll discover it..

It takes a deep commitment to change and an even deeper commitment to grow..

Life is to be lived, not controlled, and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat..

If you can show me how I can cling to that which is real to me, while teaching me a way into the larger society, then and only then will I drop my de….

I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer..

When I discover who I am, I'll be free..

Education is all a matter of building bridges..

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 ….

I am an invisible man. No, I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allan Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood-movie ectoplasms..

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..

I am nobody but myself..

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 w….

I denounce because though implicated and partially responsible, I have been hurt to the point of abysmal pain, hurt to the point of invisibility. And….

It goes a long way back, some twenty years. All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it wa….

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 i….

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 sacri….

The blues is an impulse to keep the painful details and episodes of a brutal experience alive in one's aching consciousness, to finger its jagged gra….

And I knew that it was better to live out one's absurdity than to die for that of others..

If social protest is antithetical to art, what then shall we make of Goya, Dickens, and Twain?.

Perhaps everyone loved someone; I didn't now, I couldn't give much thought to love; in order to travel far you had to be detached, and I had the long….