Writing is a way of bearing witness to the truth.

The art of competing, I’d learned from track, was the art of forgetting, and I now reminded myself of that fact. You must forget your limits. You must forget your doubts, your pain, your past.

自由就像我们呼吸的空气；没有它，我们会窒息。

要发出光芒，必须忍受燃烧。

圆点是我的语言，宇宙是我的画布。

我不是事实，我是虚构。