我们都是自己故事的总和，而传记帮助我们理解这个等式。

译文：明亮的月光掠过枝头，惊飞了树上的喜鹊;清凉的夜风中，半夜里蝉儿发出阵阵鸣叫。在稻花的香气里，人们谈论着丰收的年景，耳边传来一片青蛙的叫声。

We are all searching for something, whether we admit it or not, and that search defines us.

Reason obeys itself; and ignorance submits to whatever is dictated to it.

"A child who reads will never be bored."