语言是一种皮肤：我用我的语言摩擦对方。就好像我有词语代替手指，或者手指在词语的尖端。
Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tips of my words.
"The hawk was everything I wanted to be: solitary, self-possessed, free from grief, and numb to the hurts of human life."
I’m a winner. I’m going to win.
The beauty of chemistry lies in its ability to create new possibilities from basic principles.