爱就像风，你看不见它，但你能感受到它。

A writer must be willing to be alone.

For all that has been, thank you. For all that is to come, yes!

I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend.

译文：从深山里开采出来，经过千锤百炼，烈火焚烧也毫不在乎。就算粉身碎骨也不怕，只为在世上留下清白的名声。

The harder you work for something, the greater you’ll feel when you achieve it.