The true writer is always an exile, even in his own country.
The humblest individual exerts some influence, either for good or evil, upon others.
当富贵利达的人夸说他得到上帝的恩惠时，上帝却羞了。
There are no shadows in the dark. Shadows are servants of the light, children of fire.
恐惧是心灵的杀手。
We are all patchwork, and so shapeless and diverse in composition that each bit, each moment, plays its own game.
