Life is a series of moments, each one a story waiting to be told.

I do not like proper novels. In proper novels people say things like, ‘I am veined with iron, with silver and with streaks of common mud. I cannot contract into the firm fist which those clench who do not depend on stimulus.’ What does this mean? I do not know. Nor does Father. Nor do the people who write these books.

You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else.

Technology should serve people, not make people adapt to technology.

History is, above all else, the creation and recording of that heritage; progress is its increasing abundance, preservation, transmission, and use.

快乐就是能够不带恐惧地意识到自己。