结束
Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.
Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.
What is uttered is finished and done with.
Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.
Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.
I don’t ask writers about their work habits. I really don’t care. Joyce Carol Oates says somewhere that when writers ask each other what time they start working and when they finish and how much time they take for lunch, they’re actually trying to find out, ‘Is he as crazy as I am?’ I don’t need that question answered.
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
La liberté commence où l'ignorance finit.
The mind's work is never done, because adaptation is never complete.
I'm more worried about being a good person than being the best football player in the world. When all this is over, what's left is what you've achieved; what kind of person you were.
It’s not how you start, it’s how you finish.
Colonialism didn't end, it just changed its clothes.
Architecture begins where engineering ends.
Architecture begins where engineering ends.