我们都是自己的幽灵，徘徊在我们曾经生活过的地方。

The right of nature... is the liberty each man hath, to use his own power, as he will himself, for the preservation of his own nature; that is to say, of his own life.

我不是创造者，我是毁灭者。

The clouds over the land now rose like mountains, and the coast was only a long green line with the gray blue hills behind it. The water was a dark blue now, so dark that it was almost purple.