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.
我不创造乌托邦,我描绘现实。
艺术是一种让我们接近真相的谎言。
The beauty of literature is that it allows us to live a thousand lives in one.
Life's too short to hang out with people who aren't resourceful.