Literature is a false representation of life that nevertheless helps us to understand life better, to orient ourselves in the labyrinth where we are born, pass, and die.
世界上不知有多少贝丝，羞怯，娴静，躲在角落里，有需要时才露面，甘心情愿地为他人活着没人留心她们做出的牺牲，直到炉边的小蟋蟀，消歇了唧唧之声，芳香温煦，一去不返，只留下一片沉寂和空虚。
No one has ever written or painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.
The greatest resistance to injustice is not to imitate it.
