小说的艺术就是同时置身事内与事外的艺术。

If memories had a smell, it would be the fragrance of camphor, sweet and secure, like clearly remembered happiness, sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sorrow.

When the mind that is subtle goes out through the brain and the sense-organs, the gross names and forms appear; when it stays in the heart, the names and forms disappear.

历史总是由胜利者书写，但真相往往藏在失败者的沉默中。

The world is a story waiting to be written.

我相信我们都应该努力对他人友善和富有同情心。