If you think about something at three o'clock in the morning and then again at noon the next day, you get different answers...
砰的一声,我从我的粉色云端跌落。
The sea, the sea, the sea. It rolled and rolled and called to me. Come in, it said, come in.
Play is the language of childhood, and books should speak that language too.
"世界是一面镜子,而镜子是一场游戏。"
成功是对所有怀疑者最好的报复。
Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity—it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.
The desert teaches you to appreciate the smallest things in life.