岁不寒无以知松柏，事不难无以知君。——
不经过一年中最寒冷的时候，无法知道松柏是最后凋谢的；不经过艰难的考验，无法知道一个人是不是真正的君子。
我们想什么，就会成为什么。
"Memory is a strange thing, it doesn't work like a camera or a tape recorder, it reconstructs things, it edits the past with the scissors of the present."
睡眠，那些小小的死亡切片——我多么厌恶它们。
Don’t worry about others not understanding you. Worry about you not understanding others.