The wind carries the seeds of the future, and the past is the soil in which they grow.

The first fruit of this imagination—and the first lesson of the social science that embodies it—is the idea that the individual can understand his own experience and gauge his own fate only by locating himself within his period, that he can know his own chances in life only by becoming aware of those of all individuals in his circumstances.

Literature is the bridge between the visible and the invisible, the spoken and the unspoken.

To write is to resist the erasure of history.

The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.

The only way to be happy is to love what you do.