写作不正是一种翱翔，一种可以做到的飞翔的、梦幻的、想象的形式吗？
In a field by the river my love and I did stand,And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
This is how the entire course of a life can be changed: by doing nothing.
We know so little about each other. We lie mostly submerged, like ice floes, with our visible social selves projecting only cool and white.
At the back of my mind I had a sense of us sitting about waiting for some terrible event, and then I would remember that it had already happened.
Time does not heal all wounds; it just numbs the pain.
Oftentimes what blinds us from the truth are not the lies, but our own ego.
Though you think the world is at your feet, it can rise up and tread on you.
Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?
故事是一种心灵感应的形式。通过在纸上书写符号，她能够将思想和情感从自己的脑海传递到读者的心中。这是一种神奇的过程，却如此平常，以至于没人会停下来去惊叹它。