People are curious. A few people are. They will be driven to find things out, even trivial things. They will put things together, knowing all along that they may be mistaken. You see them going around with notebooks, scraping the dirt off gravestones, reading microfilm, just in the hope of seeing this trickle in time, making a connection, rescuing one thing from the rubbish.

We are all patchwork, and so shapeless and diverse in composition that each bit, each moment, plays its own game.

We are all patchwork, and so shapeless and diverse in composition that each bit, each moment, plays its own game.

We are all patchworks of our experiences, memories, and the stories we tell ourselves.

"We are all detectives of our own lives, piecing together clues from the past."

"The past is a puzzle, and the historian is the person who tries to put the pieces together."