The past is a palimpsest. Early memories are always obscured by accumulations of later knowledge. — Pat Barker Copy Share Image
Look at the blogosphere - the biggest lavatory wall in the universe, a palimpsest of graffiti and execration. — A.C. Grayling Copy Share Image
What's left is palimpsest—one memory bleeding into another, overwriting it. — Natasha Trethewey Copy Share Image
“All history was a palimpsest, scraped clean and reinscribed exactly as often as was necessary.” — George Orwell Copy Share Image
“All history was a palimpsest, scraped clean and re-inscribed exactly as often as was necessary.” — George Orwell Copy Share Image
The site was a palimpsest, as was all the city, written, erased, rewritten. — Teju Cole Copy Share Image
“She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no… — Jawaharlal Nehru Copy Share Image
“Childhood memories surge back more vividly midway through life – like some palimpsest whose original text suddenly reappears after the manuscript has… — Gérard de Nerval Copy Share Image
“The palimpsests of molecules need not be overwritten, for machines make once-ephemeral words persist: they collect in gutters; they pile up and… — Dexter Palmer Copy Share Image
“In other words, time was a kind of palimpsest, traces of the past peeking through the present, only to be written over… — Melissa de la Cruz Copy Share Image
Jews have a special relationship to books, and the Haggadah has been translated more widely, and reprinted more often, than any other… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
“Every act of reading is an act of forgetting: the experience of reading is a palimpsest, in which each text partially covers… — James A. Secord Copy Share Image
People who live in quiet, remote places are apt to give good dinners. They are the oft-recurring excitement of an otherwise unemotional,… — M. E. W. Sherwood Copy Share Image
Day by day and almost minute by minute the past was brought up to date. In this way every prediction made by… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
In the spring or warmer weather when the snow thaws in the woods the tracks of winter reappear on slender pedestals and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Written on the body is a secret code only visible in certain lights: the accumulations of a lifetime gather there. In places… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
I will write in words of fire. I will write them on your skin. I will write about desire. Write beginnings, write… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Memory is strange. Scientifically, it is not a mechanical means of repeating something. I can think a thousand times about when I… — Gore Vidal Copy Share Image
“The journey through another world, beyond bad dreams beyond the memories of a murdered generation, cartographed in captivity by bare survivors makes… — Elizabeth Cook-Lynn Copy Share Image
“Six express tracks and twelve locals pass through Palimpsest. The six Greater Lines are: Stylus, Sgraffito, Decretal, Foolscap, Bookhand, and Missal. Collectively,… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Thus it is that four strangers sit in the red chairs, strip off their socks, plunge their feet into the ink-baths, and… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
