图书馆里居住着夜晚从书页中走出的精灵。

我对钱不感兴趣，我只想变得精彩。

Stolen bodies working stolen land. It was an engine that did not stop, its hungry boiler fed with blood.

The true genius shudders at incompleteness — and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it ought to be.

在一个真正属于孩子的地方，孩子会尽力去注意自己的举止，控制自己的行为。