Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.

夏天的飞鸟，飞到我窗前唱歌，又飞去了。 秋天的黄叶，他们没有什麼可唱的，只是叹息一声，飞落在那里。

实现目标后的结果，远没有实现目标过程中的成长重要。在你的葬礼上，人们不会去回忆你的功绩；他们只会记得你带给他们的感觉。

Is it possible that software is not like anything else, that it is meant to be discarded: that the whole point is to see it as a soap bubble?

I have always been drawn to stories that explore the complexities of human relationships.