The measure of a civilization is how it treats its writers.
"We are all of us made by what we have lost as much as what we have gained."
Because we are food for worms, lads. Because, believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room...is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold and die.
我们已经看到最和蔼的人最终如何被磨损。
我要做我想做的事。我要成为真正的自己。我要弄清楚那是什么。