世界不是从他想象的地方运行的。不是从城堡的墙壁,而是从账房,不是由号角的呼唤,而是由算盘的点击,不是由大刀的磨擦和点击,而是由笔的刮擦。
The world is not run from where he thinks. Not from castle walls, but from countinghouses, not by the call of the bugle but by the click of the abacus, not by the grate and click of the broadsword but by the scrape of the pen.
We are interested in the spaces between buildings as much as the buildings themselves.
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
Sometimes you have to lose yourself before you can find yourself.
在每个结局中,都有一个等待被发现的开始。