合抱的大树从细小的萌芽生长，九层的高台从一筐筐泥土筑起

History is a set of lies agreed upon.

The true genius shudders at incompleteness — and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it ought to be.

Every cognitive act is an act of information processing.

The wild is a place of uncertainty. To survive, you have to embrace the unknown.

I like a film to have a beginning, a middle, and an end, but not necessarily in that order.