纵欲之心正炽烈时，一想到将会卧病痛苦，兴致如寒冰；逐利之心正浓烈时，一想到将会命丧黄泉，味道如同嚼蜡。
Guilt is like a bag of bricks. All you have to do is set it down.
我没时间恨那些恨我的人，因为我忙着爱那些爱我的人。
The writer’s duty is to rebel, to resist, to never be complacent.