世界的其余部分安静得仿佛不存在。在那一刻，经过漫长的十年，Celaena看着Chaol，意识到她回家了。
The rest of the world quieted into nothing. In that moment, after ten long years, Celaena looked at Chaol and realized she was home.
The old dreams were very good dreams; they didn't work out, but I'm glad I had them.
The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is that little extra.
The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.
我不是诗人，我只是一个写歌的人。
The language of mathematics is universal, transcending cultural and linguistic barriers.
"Escribir es un acto de resistencia contra el olvido."