She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
The present changes the past. Looking back you do not find what you left behind.
Kiran Desai, The Inheritance of Loss
What and how much had I lost by trying to do only what was expected of me instead of what I myself had wished to do?
Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man
I am an invisible man. No I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allen Poe: Nor am I one of your Hollywood movie ectoplasms. 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, simply because people refuse to see me.