这些年我过得一塌糊涂。

Literature is the art of expressing the inexpressible.

你应该问的问题不是“我想要什么？”或“我的目标是什么？”而是“什么会让我兴奋？”

人は、自分が傷つかないために、他人を傷つける。

夜晚是一朵绽放着星星的黑花。

Among thousands of people, you meet those you've met. Through thousands of years, across the boundless wilderness of time, you happen to meet them, neither earlier nor a bit too late. There is nothing to be said except to ask lightly, "Oh, you're here too?"