We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.
我们生来孤独，活着孤独，死去孤独。尽管有浪漫杂志的渲染，终有一天我们回顾一生，会发现尽管有人相伴，我们始终孤独。
阅读就是不动的旅行。
我不是女人。我不是男人。我是你无法理解的存在。
Life is an art, and each of us is the artist of our own life.
Efficiency without ethics is just speed in the wrong direction.
Never underestimate the power of small, consistent steps toward a larger goal.