心有自己的记忆，而这种记忆并不总是与大脑商量。

Love is a hole in the heart.

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness— Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

"Every word in literature is a seed that can grow into a forest of thoughts in the reader's mind."

时间并不存在。对于河水来说，只有当下。没有过去，没有未来。

设计中最难的部分是保持功能的简洁。