My mother was an atheist. She used to say that there was good news and bad news about hell. The good news is, hell is just the product of a morbid human imagination. The bad news is, whatever humans can imagine, they can usually create.

We don't receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.

写作是一种自我救赎。

上帝的大能在柔和的微风中，不在狂风暴雨中。