你围绕着自己终将死亡的事实构建生活，然后你没有死。
You build your life around the fact that you are going to die, and then you don’t die.
你给予的越多，你得到的就越多。你爱的越多，你被爱的就越多。
So that morning in 1962 I told myself: Let everyone else call your idea crazy . . . just keep going. Don’t stop. Don’t even think about stopping until you get there, and don’t give much thought to where “there” is. Whatever comes, just don’t stop.
生活不是如何在风暴中生存，而是如何在雨中起舞。
To write is to try to know what we would write if we wrote.
我不睡觉，我只是让眼睛休息。