写作就是把文字刻在时间的肉体上。
The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.
The key ingredients of happiness could not be material or aesthetic, but must always stubbornly psychological.
All human beings have three lives: public, private, and secret.
In computational complexity, we are not just dealing with the limits of what we can compute, but also with the limits of what we can prove.
