在一个大组织的世界里，个人感到被困和无助。

The system is not a system of production, but a system of consumption.

To men like that, time was a surfeit, a barrel they watched slowly drain. When really, he thinks, it’s a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it.

In the end, we are all alone with our own thoughts and our own fears.

我不会让别人来书写我的故事。

Success is a great deodorant.