Ron Stallworth Quotes

'Crash' came from personal experience. I saw things inside me from living in L.A. that made me uncomfortable. I saw horrible things in people and saw terrible things in myself. I saw a black director completely humiliated, but the three people around me just thought it was funny. 'No,' I said, 'that is selling your soul.'

I phoned the KKK Grand Wizard David Duke in Louisiana and asked why my membership was being delayed. He said my application was on his desk and promised to deal with it personally. It was the first of many conversations with David Duke. We talked about his family, the weather, and about his political ambitions.

I believed, when I entered this convent, I was escaping from myself, but alas, poor me, I brought myself with me!

One can run away from anything but oneself.

Who ARE You?" This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me? When will my reflection show who I am inside?

We are very cruelly trapped between what we would like to be and what we actually are. And we cannot possibly become what we would like to be until we are willing to ask ourselves just why the lives we lead on this continent are mainly so empty, so tame, and so ugly.

I was just sort of young and went with the flow. It wasn't like I was 6 and knew I wanted to be an actor. I was thinking more along the lines of, I'm 6. When I was 20 I realized, I've never really thought about what I want to do. So I took a bunch of time off, stopped answering my phone, stopped doing anything. I'm pretty sure this is what I want to do, but I needed to be sure. It took me about two years to come around.

How can you spend hours every day trying in small ways to figure out who you are, then have a near-stranger give you a sentence of yourself that says it better than you ever could?

I look back and say, "This must have been somebody else." I am not going to tell you that when I was 4, I dreamed about all of this.

I was just struggling with my inner vachette and pondering the depths of my own inhumanity.

There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared I can only think about myself. I become really self-centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being.

If you can't recognize the man in the mirror, it is time to step back and see when you stopped being yourself.

If you're spending your entire early 20s chasing the next party, what are you running away from?

This middle age thing is a little weird. Some friends and mentors are gone, and there's a very forward-looking new generation coming up behind me. So it's very much finding my own place.

Try to be "good", you'll be judged. Try to be yourself, you'll be criticized. Therefore, choose the second option. Evil uses the "nice good people" as puppets. It appears dressed as a poor guy, telling them that he needs help...When these people realize they have been used, it is already too late.

I don't know which me that I love, got no reflection.

We barely have enough time to figure out who we are and then we become bitter and isolated as we age.

No matter where you go, you always see yourself in the rearview mirror.

You really have to begin by figuring out what kind of person you are. The tip is to really take a look at yourself.

The world's most sensible person and the biggest idiot both stay within us. The worst part is, you can't even tell who is who.

I'm working on my own life story. I don't mean I'm putting it together; no, I'm taking it apart.

The girl in the mirror wasn't who I wanted to be and her life wasn't the one I wanted to have.

I have no more idea now of who I am than I did before. But at least I know that. And I'm starting to figure out who I want to be.

For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself. From within, I couldn't decide what to do. Unable to see, I heard my name being called. Then I walked outside.