Reason obeys itself; and ignorance submits to whatever is dictated to it.
I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they’d once belonged to the sea.
我想起我那堆旧平装书，书页已经变得松软，仿佛它们曾经属于大海。
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.
Retire into yourself and ask yourself this question: Must I write？ If the answer is yes， then you must keep writing.
