The art of the novel is the art of being everywhere at once.

熄灭了吧，熄灭了吧，短促的烛光！人生不过是一个行走的影子，一个在舞台上指手划脚的拙劣的伶人，登场片刻，就在无声无臭中悄然退下；它是一个愚人所讲的故事，充满着喧哗和骚动，却找不到一点意义。

There is no such thing as an empty space or an empty time. There is always something to see, something to hear.

生存不是无所畏惧。它是关于做出决定，继续前进并去做，因为你必须这样做。