“History is never something carved in stone, but more like something saved to a temporary cache file on a computer disk vulnerable to the imperfections of memory and always ready to be revised. The Confessions are Augustine’s own first draft of history.”
“News is only the first rough draft of history.”
“But then, of course, there are always unanswered questions. Those questions lead to more questions, with the circularity of the endless inquest, keeping people like me in business. We can and should always poke at the questions of motivation. And we will. There never is a final draft of history.”
“History is that certainty produced at the point where the imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation.”
“[P]erhaps we are like stones; our own history and the history of the world embedded in us, we hold a sorrow deep within and cannot weep until that history is sung.”
“She had always been fond of history, and here [in Rome] was history in the stones of the street and the atoms of the sunshine.”