The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.
陆地上空的云块这时候像山冈般耸立着,海岸只剩下一长条绿色的线,背后是些灰蓝色的小山。海水此刻呈现深蓝色,深得几乎发紫。
The climate doesn't care about political boundaries.
Premature optimization is the root of all evil.
The only thing that’s keeping you from getting what you want is the story you keep telling yourself.