To understand others, you must first understand yourself.

我想像鸟儿歌唱一样作画。

永远不要停止梦想，因为梦想是灵魂的燃料。

I don’t think of myself as a writer who happens to be black. I think of myself as a black writer.

译文：明亮的月光掠过枝头，惊飞了树上的喜鹊;清凉的夜风中，半夜里蝉儿发出阵阵鸣叫。在稻花的香气里，人们谈论着丰收的年景，耳边传来一片青蛙的叫声。