未来属于那些相信自己梦想之美的人。

其他人真的像她一样活着吗？……如果答案是肯定的，那么这个世界，这个社会世界，就显得难以承受地复杂：二十亿人的声音，每个人的思想都同样重要，每个人对生命的追求都极为强烈，每个人都认为自己独一无二，而实际上没有人是独一无二的。在这样的世界里，人会被自己的渺小感淹没。

We are all unreliable narrators of our own lives.

文学的力量在于它能够让我们在世界上感到不那么孤独。

At that age， I'd take any excuse to make estimates and do minor arithmetic. I'd calculate our gas mileage -- figure out useless statistics on things like grocery spending. I'd been hearing an ad campaign about smoking. I can't remember the details， but basically the ad said， every puff of a cigarette takes some number of minutes off of your life: I think it might have been two minutes per puff. At any rate， I decided to do the math for my grandmother. I estimated the number of cigarettes per days， estimated the number of puffs per cigarette and so on. When I was satisfied that I'd come up with a reasonable number， I poked my head into the front of the car， tapped my grandmother on the shoulder， and proudly proclaimed， "At two minutes per puff， you've taken nine years off your life！"

我不是说唱歌手，我是一个传奇。

我唯一感到活着的时刻是在作画的时候。

真相是脆弱的，容易被打破。