虽然我准备好成仁了,但这事赶晚不赶早。
小说是一面沿着大路行走的镜子。
The artist's greatest tool is not the brush or chisel, but the mind.
The universe would look to a two-dimensional creature who spend its life moving on the service of what turned out to be a globe, it could travel for millions of years and would always return to its starting point, it would never be conscious of what was above it or beneath it.