记忆是个奇怪的东西。它并不像我以为的那样运作。我们的构造如此愚蠢，以至于我们携着最早的记忆走过一生，还以为它们是最新近的。

心不是一个隐喻。

What's terrible is to pretend that second-rate is first-rate. To pretend that you don't need love when you do; or you like your work when you know quite well you're capable of better.

成功是我唯一的选择，失败不是。

直到被完全理解，过去才真正成为过去。