The tragedy of life is not that the beautiful things die young, but that they grow old and mean.

时间在记忆中的流动方式与现实中不同。

He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.

别让任何人黯淡你的光芒。