我步入丛林，因为我希望生活有意义，我希望活得深刻，吸取生命中所有精华，把非生命的一切都击溃，以免当我生命终结，发现自己从没有活过。
I think that we communicate only too well, in our silence, in what is unsaid, and that what takes place is a continual evasion, desperate rearguard attempts to keep ourselves to ourselves.
The secret of getting ahead is getting started.
How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life.
The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.