想象力是自由的最后避难所。

I do not like proper novels. In proper novels people say things like, ‘I am veined with iron, with silver and with streaks of common mud. I cannot contract into the firm fist which those clench who do not depend on stimulus.’ What does this mean? I do not know. Nor does Father. Nor do the people who write these books.

我认为这很少是关于你在课堂上学到的东西——它主要是关于你问自己的问题。

如果你不能，你必须。如果你必须，你就能。

城市就像一篇文章，它会向那些能够阅读它的人说话。

The ability to be alone is the ability to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it's not. It is an existential truth: only those who can be alone are able to love, to share, to go into the deepest core of another human being—without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other.