The dead have left us clues in their DNA.

"A novel is a mirror carried along a high road. Sometimes it reflects to your eyes the blue of the skies, at others the churned-up mud of the road."

雎鸠在水面张翼低飞，黄莺在枝头婉转歌唱。河面鸳鸯交颈，空中群鸟飞翔。叽喳的鸣叫声，旋律动听美妙。逍遥于春光中，令我心情欢畅。

The office of President is great, but the man who holds it is not.

音乐是我的生命。这是我的激情。