噪音太多，思想太少——语言正在失去尊严。
唯一真正的歌是心灵之歌。
The desire to write grows with writing.
Freedom was a thing that shifted as you looked at it, the way a forest is dense with trees up close but from outside, from the empty meadow, you see its true limits. Being free had nothing to do with chains or how wide your cage was.
The consequences of an act affect the probability of its occurring again.