In the Light of What We Know

Spread along the platform was a mass of bobbing black hair like a long wave of silk. Suddenly I felt the first stirrings of what I would later come to recognize as kinship, a feeling that alarmed me, a sense that I was of a piece with a group of people for the most basic reasons, simple to the senses and irrational. They all looked like me.

Life can only be understood backward; the trouble is, it has to be lived forward.

"We shore up our prejudices with selected facts..."

'An exile is a refugee with a library!'