No arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear, and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.

In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.

The more you give, the more you get back.

我接受混沌的世界，但我不晓得它是否接受我。

写作的行为是对遗忘的抵抗。