The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.

"The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater."

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记忆是个奇怪的东西，它不像相机或录音机那样工作，它会重建事物，用现在的剪刀剪辑过去。