每一个伟大的数学理论最初都是异端邪说,最终却成了教条。
Every great mathematical theory begins as a heresy and ends as a dogma.
语言是思想的翅膀,诗歌是它们最高的飞翔。
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.
我不需要迎合任何人的框架,我对自己很自在。
人们总是认为他们会写一本书。他们认为他们会写一本书,然后他们没有。