The only thing that counts is what cannot be explained.

我们活着就是为了改变世界，否则还有什么意义？

To men like that, time was a surfeit, a barrel they watched slowly drain. When really, he thinks, it’s a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it.

每一本书都是一次旅程，每一次旅程都是一本书。