词语的问题在于你永远不知道它们曾经过谁的嘴。

Dictatorship is the natural enemy of literature.

The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes—or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two—is gone.

I'm not a victim, I'm a fighter.

We are all going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born.

每一个结束都是一个新的开始。