La verdadera literatura no tiene fronteras, ni geográficas ni temporales.
真正的文学没有边界,无论是地理上的还是时间上的。
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.
God is ashamed when the prosperous boasts of his special favour.