Memory, even in the rest of us, is a shifting, fading, partial thing, a net that doesn't catch all the fish by any means and sometimes catches butterflies that don't exist.
Rebecca SolnitThe object we call a book is not the real book, but its potential, like a musical score or seed. It exists fully only in the act of being read; and its real home is inside the head of the reader, where the symphony resounds, the seed germinates. A book is a heart that only beats in the chest of another.
Rebecca SolnitI was not going to surrender to the status quo and corporate insistence that ordinary people have no power and influence.
Rebecca SolnitGiven a choice between their worldview and the facts, it's always interesting how many people toss the facts.
Rebecca Solnit