Even though I have a blunder, but I am neither a liar is not a coward, and my heart committed sin, my pen is not to deny it.
尽管我曾冒失莽撞，但我既不是个说谎者也不是个懦夫，而我的心所犯下的罪孽，我的笔是不会去否认它的。
我不迷信，但我有点小迷信。
Not for the sake of our health, though it's often presented that way, but because it's an escape from the human anthill. It's an escape from our own competition, and our own dramas. And that's why ween joy looking at glaciers and oceans, and contemplating the Earth from outside its perimeters, etc. We like to feel in contact with something that is non-human, and that is so deeply important to us.
The world is a great poem, and we are the verses.
"A writer is someone who spends years patiently trying to discover the second being inside him."
Every ton of ore we extract carries with it a responsibility to the future.