I think that we communicate only too well, in our silence, in what is unsaid, and that what takes place is a continual evasion, desperate rearguard attempts to keep ourselves to ourselves.

We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.

接人待物要平和而有节操，处理事情要明白而果断，识理要正直诚实而通达。

我不在乎你说我什么，只要不是真的。

The heart is a lonely hunter.

写作即抵抗——抵抗遗忘，抵抗压迫，抵抗记忆的抹除。