移动的手指在书写；写下了，就继续前行：你的虔诚或智慧都无法引诱它回来取消半行，你的泪水也无法洗去一个字。
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
"Memory is a strange thing, it doesn't work like a camera or a tape recorder, it reconstructs things, it edits the past with the scissors of the present."
每幅画都是自画像，即使它不是。
"We are all storytellers, weaving the fabric of our lives with the threads of our memories."
人生的伟大目标不在于求知，而在于行动。
