记忆是对幸存者的一种惩罚。
"Memory is a sort of punishment for those who have survived."
I like to think of mathematics as a kind of poetry.
时间总是充满惊喜，它以我们无法预料的方式流动。
We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.
The only person who can pull me down is myself, and I'm not going to let myself pull me down anymore.