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.

让领导者规定自己路线的人，是被拖向废料堆的残骸。

The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.

The true use of art is to make the invisible visible.