旅行是一种残酷。它迫使你信任陌生人，失去所有熟悉的家庭和朋友的舒适感。你不断地失去平衡。除了基本的东西：空气、睡眠、梦想、海洋、天空——所有趋向于永恒或我们想象中的永恒的东西，没有什么是属于你的。
"Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things: air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it."
应对不自由世界的唯一方法是变得如此绝对自由，以至于你的存在本身就是一种反叛。
生活中最大的荣耀不在于从不跌倒，而在于每次跌倒后都能站起来。
The history of life is a history of adaptation.
Fate and temperament are two names for the same concept.
The only obsession everyone wants: ‘love.’ People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open.