All art is a kind of confession.

The occurrence of an event is not the same thing as knowing what it is that one has lived through.

Then I buckled up my shoes, and I started.

I am aware that no man is a villain in his own eyes.

It is a terrible, an inexorable, law that one cannot deny the humanity of another without diminishing one's own: in the face of one's victim, one sees oneself.

American history is longer, larger, more various, more beautiful, and more terrible than anything anyone has ever said about it.

People who treat other people as less than human must not be surprised when the bread they have cast on the waters comes floating back to them, poisoned.