The more you read, the more you will see that the same stories are told over and over again, just with different characters and settings.

过去从未死去，甚至从未过去。

Rudeness is the weak man's imitation of strength.

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.