We suffer from an incurable disease called hope.
Stories are the way we make sense of our lives.
Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you do it for money.
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
Perhaps unhappiness can stem from having only one perspective to play with.
我不相信遗憾。遗憾是浪费时间。它们是过去在现在束缚你。