语言是一种皮肤：我用我的语言摩擦他人的语言。就好像我有的是词语而不是手指，或者我的手指在词语的尖端。
Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tips of my words.
Literature is a lie, but it is a lie that always leads us to the truth.
"To write is to make a mark, to leave a trace, to say 'I was here.'"
You can’t do today’s job with yesterday’s methods and be in business tomorrow.
I don't sing to live, I live to sing.
I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend.