小说是生命的一本明亮的书。书不是生命。它们只是以太上的颤动。
The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether.
The best ideas often come from unexpected places.
夏天的飞鸟,飞到我窗前唱歌,又飞去了。秋天的黄叶,他们没有什麼可唱的,只是叹息一声,飞落在那里。
"You can't stop the future, you can't rewind the past, the only way to learn the secret is to press play."