时间并非实物,因此我们既无法浪费也无法节省;它始终与我们同在。
生活其实很简单,但我们坚持把它复杂化。
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
The writer must be a traitor to his class, his country, his religion—to everything except his conscience.