多年的爱在一分钟的恨中被遗忘。

A book is a mirror: if an ape looks into it, an apostle is unlikely to look out.

The ability to be alone is the ability to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it’s not. It is an existential truth: only those who can be alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of another human being—without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other.

In every story, there is a hidden truth waiting to be discovered.

生活不仅仅是呼吸，而是行动。