I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom， I knew if I didn't leave my bitterness and hatred behind， I'd still be in prison.
当我走出囚室、迈过通往自由的监狱大门时，我已经清楚，自己若不能把悲痛与怨恨留在身后，那么我其实仍在狱中。
All things are possible until they are proved impossible – and even the impossible may only be so, as of now.
真相往往难以表述，有时需要虚构来使其看似可信。
"The only way to discover the limits of the possible is to go beyond them into the impossible."
世界充满了混乱，但在那混乱之中，有美存在。
所谓道德抑或不道德的书是不存在的。书就只有分写得好、写得差，仅此而已。