移动的手指在书写；写下了，就继续前行：你的虔诚或智慧都无法引诱它回来取消半行，你的泪水也无法洗去一个字。
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
The greatest poetry is born of the greatest suffering.
想象力创造现实。
I believe in the power of storytelling to change the world.
并不是我很聪明，而只是我和问题相处得比较久一点。
心有自己的记忆，而这种记忆并不总是与大脑商量。