I'm not going to let anyone bring me down.

Life has no meaning unless we give it meaning.

Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.

She's simply too strange. We can't relate to her, she speaks in a funny way, she comes from an odd place. So we can't relate to her, and when you can't relate to somebody, you don't envy them. The closer two people are -- in age, in background, in the process of identification -- the more there's a danger of envy, which is incidentally why none of you should ever go to a school reunion, because there is no stronger reference point than people one was at school with.

一本好的图画书就像一部无声电影；它不用文字就能讲述一个故事。