For some people, history is simply what your wife looks good standing in front of. It’s what’s cast in bronze, or framed in sepia tones, or acted out with wax dummies and period furniture. It takes place in glass bubbles filled with water and chunks of plastic snow; it’s stamped on souvenir pencils and summarized in reprint newspapers. History nowadays is recorded in memorabilia. If you can’t purchase a shopping bag that alludes to something, people won’t believe it ever happened.

Engagements - they are like a prayer before eating, best quick.

I believe marriage is a spectator sport.

Books remember all the things you cannot contain.

but you can't spend your whole life hoping people will ask you the right questions. you must learn to love and answer the questions they already ask.

A Lucky Child is an extraordinary story, simply and beautifully told. Heartbreaking and thrilling, it examines what it means to be human, in every good and awful sense. Perhaps most amazingly of all, Thomas Buergenthal remembers and renders the small mysteries and grand passions of childhood, even a childhood lived under the most horrific circumstances.

And while I was not an admirer of people in the specific, I liked them in the abstract. It is only the execution of the idea that disappoints.