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.

He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.

我到办公室总是迟到，但我早退弥补了这一点。

The big money is not in the buying and selling … but in the waiting.

I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it.

Dans le doute, abstiens-toi.

I believe that any human life is worthy of being narrated, that it even deserves literature's illumination.