从知处世若大梦,何用浮名绊此身。
译文:早知道人生像场大梦,何必被虚名束缚住自己。
穿着粗布衣裳,吃着简单饭菜,这样的快乐哪里需要刻意寻求?
The moment you cheat for the sake of beauty, you know you’re an artist.
The cybernetic exchange between man, computer and algorithm is like a game of musical chairs: The frantic search for balance always leaves one of the three standing ill at ease.
不要等待创新的许可——直接开始吧。
In the part of this universe that we know there is great injustice, and often the good suffer, and often the wicked prosper, and one hardly knows which of those is the more annoying.
创作行为并不纯粹。历史证明了这一点。社会学提取了它。作家失去了伊甸园,写作是为了被阅读,并逐渐意识到他是需要负责的。