真相很少纯粹，也绝不简单。
The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
In the end, survival is not about how much you have, but how well you can use what you have.
Don’t let anyone dim your light.
The artist’s duty is to express what others cannot.
The eleventh commandment was "Thou Shalt Compute" or "Thou Shalt Not Compute" - I forget which.
I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend.