对于那样的人来说，时间是过剩的，是他们看着慢慢流干的桶。但实际上，他认为，它是你手中捧着的一滩发光的泥水；你应该用所有的精力去保护它。
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.
你越是试图忘记，越是记得清楚。
真相总在他处。
I'm not the next Usain Bolt, I'm the first Usain Bolt.
The only way to understand another culture is to assume the frame of reference of that culture.
"The power of a story is in its ability to inspire love."
I'm not on the outside looking in. I'm not on the inside looking out. I'm in the dead fucking center.