To men like that, time was a surfeit, a barrel they watched slowly drain. When really, he thinks, it’s a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it.

If I could say it in words there would be no reason to paint.

心灵是大自然处理现实的工具。

"No hay mayor aventura que adentrarse en las páginas de un libro."

Power is not a tool, it is a relationship. It exists between people, not within them.