To men like that, time was a surfeit, a barrel they watched slowly drain. When really, he thinks, it’s a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it.
Don’t fear failure—fear being in the same place next year as you are today.
小说的最终考验是你是否如此关心这些人以至于你想知道他们接下来会发生什么。
The moment you start to think about style, you're lost.
Il n'est point de secrets que le temps ne révèle.
I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones。