我不让错误定义我，我让它们磨砺我。

A rich man's body is like a premium cotton pillow, white and soft and blank. Ours are different. My father's spine was a knotted rope, and the skin on his chest was so thin that you could see the ribs pressing out against it.

旅行是一种残酷。它迫使你信任陌生人，失去所有熟悉的家庭和朋友的舒适感。你不断地失去平衡。除了基本的东西：空气、睡眠、梦想、海洋、天空——所有趋向于永恒或我们想象中的永恒的东西，没有什么是属于你的。

只管去做吧。