The clock ticked with empty urgency, as though trying to catch up with the time. In the street a siren howled.
Ralph EllisonSo why do I write, torturing myself to put it down? Because in spite of myself I've learned some things. Without the possibility of action, all knowledge comes to one labeled "file and forget," and I can neither file nor forget. Nor will certain ideas forget me; they keep filing away at my lethargy, my complacency. Why should I be the one to dream this nightmare?
Ralph EllisonHaving tried to give pattern to the chaos which lives within the pattern of your certainties, I must come out, I must emerge.
Ralph EllisonIf only all the contradictory voices shouting in my head would calm down and sing a song in unison, whatever it was I wouldn't care as long as they sang without dissonance.
Ralph Ellison