History resembles a guest list in that sense of the invited and the gatecrashers: the people for whom we have been waiting, and those whose presence takes us unawares.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
If history starts as a guest list, it has a tendency to end like the memory of a drunken party: misheard, blurred, fragmentary.
You have to always remember who your guest is, and that's who we cater to.
Often the presence of mind and energy of a person remote from the spotlight decide the course of history for centuries to come.
Indeed, we might all forget where we have been if we didn't have somebody to assemble and arrange the little blocks called facts from which history is constructed, artfully or less so.
History is a guide to navigation in perilous times. History is who we are and why we are the way we are.
History will find some of you but not all of you. Because you can't know which of you will make history, you must do your best to be ready.
History is like Santa Claus: a language construction. We have some registers about the existence of Santa and history - the presents under the tree, the archives - but none have really seen them.
I have a history of bringing people together.
There's a preoccupation with memory and the operation of memory and a rather rapacious interest in history.
People are trapped in history and history is trapped in them.