Memory was in this respect similar to anticipation: an instrument of simplification and selection.

When a person realizes he has been deeply heard, his eyes moisten. I think in some real sense he is weeping for joy. It is as though he were saying, "Thank God, somebody heard me. Someone knows what it's like to be me."

Remember that wherever your heart is, there you will find your treasure.

我不想变得完美，但我希望成为一束光。

Sustainability isn’t a choice—it’s the only path forward for any industry tied to natural resources.