麦田和我没有任何关联，真令人沮丧。不过，你有金黄色的头发。想想看，如果你驯服了我，那该有多好啊！小麦也是金黄色的，那会使我想起你。我会喜欢听麦田里的风声……
The truth is like poetry. And most people fucking hate poetry.
You've got to learn to leave the table when love's no longer being served.
The computer is incredibly fast, accurate, and stupid. Man is unbelievably slow, inaccurate, and brilliant. The marriage of the two is a force beyond calculation.
如果我等待完美，我将永远写不出一个字。
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
