We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.

The truth is, we are all waiting for someone to take care of us. We are all waiting for someone to tell us what to do.

Freedom of speech is the great bulwark of liberty; they prosper and die together.

比死亡更强大的是爱，而非理性。