我不愿意人家粗心大意地读我的书，因为在这些记忆记下来时，我承受了太多太多的悲伤。

The world is a mystery, and we are all detectives.

Taught from infancy that beauty is woman's sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.

"To survive, we must adapt. To thrive, we must innovate."

真相很少是纯粹的，也从来不简单。