We are communal histories, communal books. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience.

A teacher who is attempting to teach without inspiring the pupil with a desire to learn is hammering on cold iron.

I do not know what I may appear to the world， but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore， and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary， whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.

Institutional critique must come from within institutions.

Silence remains, inescapably, a form of speech.

当你认为已经完全理解一个角色时，就是你失去他们的那一刻。