写作是一种反抗,是对遗忘的反抗。
I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life. And not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived.
You have to fight through some bad days to earn the best days of your life.
过去是我们现在的一部分,因此也是我们未来的一部分。