我们都是自己记忆的囚徒。
做出伟大工作的唯一途径是热爱你所做的事。
我们都面临着一系列被巧妙地伪装成不可能情况的伟大机会。
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.