The heart was made to be broken.
作家的生活是一种孤独的生活。
在计算复杂性中,我们不仅仅是在处理我们能计算的极限,也是在处理我们能证明的极限。
我们如海鸥之与波涛相遇似地,遇见了,走近了。海鸥飞去,波涛滚滚地流开,我们也分别了。
The self is only that which it is in the process of becoming.