光芒从一个山脊传到另一个山脊。
The light passes from ridge to ridge.
惩罚时不避忌权贵，奖赏时不遗忘地位低下的人。
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
The more we try to control the world, the more it slips through our fingers.
The writer’s gift is the ability to see what others overlook.
Popularity is the crown of laurel which the world puts on bad art. Whatever is popular is wrong.
In the end, we only regret the chances we didn't take.