The clouds over the land now rose like mountains, and the coast was only a long green line with the gray blue hills behind it. The water was a dark blue now, so dark that it was almost purple.

The writer’s life is a life of doubt.

他不爱我，他爱的是关于我的想法。

自然是最好的向导，追随她的人，虽然有时可能会迷路，但总体上会走在正确的道路上。

You don’t build a business, you build people, and then people build the business.

书籍是代际之间的桥梁。

I'm not going to sit here and try to be someone I'm not.