最终，我们记住的不是敌人的话语，而是朋友的沉默。

一个人的孤独不是孤独，一个人找另一个人，一句话找另一句话，才是真正的孤独。

I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock hem up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

"Every word we write is a step towards understanding ourselves and the world around us."

真理永远不会伤害一个正义的事业。