The world is moving so fast these days that the man who says it can't be done is generally interrupted by someone doing it.
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.
无论你去哪里，你都带着自己。
真相就像一头狮子；你不需要为它辩护。放开它；它会自己辩护。
The past, like the future, is indefinite and exists only as a spectrum of possibilities.