真理就像一床总让你双脚冰凉的毯子，你怎么扯，怎么拽，总也不够，踢也好，打也好，它总也盖不住我们，从我们哭着降生到我们奄奄一息，它只会盖住你的脸，不管你如何痛苦，不管你如何痛苦，如何叫喊。

Those who do not have power over the story that dominates their lives, the power to retell it, rethink it, deconstruct it, joke about it, and change it as they change, truly are powerless, because they cannot think new thoughts.

"Information is the currency of the universe, and quantum mechanics is its language."

The past beats inside me like a second heart.