I used to have this toy, a magic slate. You wrote or drew on it and then, just by pulling up the plastic cover, everything you did disappeared and you could start new. Maybe everyone...

You don’t rewrite it, censor it, or edit it, to suit some warped view you have of the past and your own present.

You can rewrite your personal story!

We must rewrite our story from one of fear to one of celebration.

Rebels revel in rewriting reality’s restrictions.

Writing a first draft is like groping one’s way into a dark room, or overhearing a faint conversation, or telling a joke whose punchline you’ve forgotten. As someone said, one writes mainly to rewrite, for...

Trying to rewrite the past was a child’s game, a pointless, ridiculous child’s game no one ever won.