Thought's infidelity lies in its privacy. 'If there is something that you cannot say to me,' asks the lover, 'things that you must think alone, then can you really be trusted?'
我不遵循任何特定的理论,我只做我认为正确的事。
The mind is the organ of adaptation par excellence.
小说是一台思考的机器,是一种无需离开椅子就能探索世界的方式。
When I look at the world I'm pessimistic, but when I look at people I am optimistic.