作为一个作家，就是永远的外人，总是在观察，却从未真正属于。

The march of invention has clothed mankind with powers of which a century ago the boldest imagination could not have dreamt.

The ability to be alone is the ability to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it’s not. It is an existential truth: only those who can be alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of another human being—without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other.

Science is not just about discovery, but about the joy of understanding.