In my experience, any thinking is liable to go off the rails. You should just go to sleep. - Liu Cixin

From the depths of his memory arose a tingling sadness, fragile and pure like morning dew, tinged with a rosy hue.

But when they gaze up at the stars, they turn sentimental and believe that if extraterrestrial intelligences exist, they must be civilizations bound by universal, noble, moral constraints, as if cherishing and loving different forms of life are parts of a self-evident universal code of conduct.

Growing up, his father had used silence rather than speech to educate him, and words were merely the punctuation between the silences.