过去永远不会离开我们;我们把它藏在眼神和声音里。
小说是一面行走在路上的镜子。
不算过错,有多少人为此蒙蔽良心;无可奈何,有多少体面以此为借口。
Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.
The harder you work, the luckier you get.
Let us dream of tomorrow where we can truly love from the soul, and know love as the ultimate truth at the heart of all creation.