死亡很可能是唯一的、最好的生命創(chuàng)造。它是生命的促變者。它送走老一代，給新一代開出道路。
I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they’d once belonged to the sea.
我想起我那堆舊平裝書，書頁已經(jīng)變得松軟，仿佛它們曾經(jīng)屬于大海。
愛就是冒著受傷的風(fēng)險(xiǎn)，而不愛則是保證了一生的虛度。
圣人警戒于事情發(fā)展的苗頭；愚人恐懼于事情明顯暴露后。
Challenge the status quo, but respect the wisdom of those who came before you.