Man is much more than he thinks.

He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.

我不是说唱歌手，我是一个数学的传奇。

如果你能梦想，你就能实现它。

金钱和鲜血不能混在一起，就像两根老二没有婊子。

写作是一种疾病，而出版则是它的症状。