"Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through your fingers. So much time you can waste it. But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know."
也许你可以等待。也许对你来说还有明天。也许对你来说有一千个明天，或者三千个，或者一万个，你有那么多时间可以沉浸其中，翻滚其中，让它像硬币一样从指间滑落。你有那么多时间可以浪费。但对有些人来说，只有今天。而事实是，你永远不知道。
文学永远是一场通往真理的远征。
You don’t get on by being original. You get on by being quiet and by stepping gently sideways.
我们对自然的自觉认识所能解决的最直接且在某种意义上最重要的问题，是对未来事件的预测，以便我们能根据这种预测安排当前的事务。
The music is not in the notes, but in the silence between.
所谓的理解，往往不过是误解的广泛流传。
你看不见你自己，你所看见的只是你的影子。