The deepest theorems often arise from the simplest observations.

"We are all the sum of our memories, but what happens when those memories are erased or altered? Do we become someone else, or do we remain the same person, just with a different past?"

I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

写作是一种不被干扰的说话方式。

It requires indeed some courage to undertake a labor of such far-reaching extent.