Power, for the writer....lies in his ability to reveal if only a little bit more about the complexity of humanity.

I 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.

It is sometimes advantageous to be unseen, although it is most often rather wearing on the nerves.

To hell with being ashamed of what you liked.

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

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.

I am not ashamed of my grandparents for having been slaves. I am only ashamed of myself for having at one time being ashamed.