Literature is a fire that burns within us, a fire that consumes and purifies, a fire that illuminates and warms.
文学是燃烧在我们内心的火焰，一种消耗和净化的火焰，一种照亮和温暖的火焰。
时间没有分界线来标记它的流逝，从不会有雷暴或号角声宣告新的月份或年份的开始。
最平凡的人生，细细审视，也会变得非凡。
The rest of the world quieted into nothing. In that moment, after ten long years, Celaena looked at Chaol and realized she was home.
Mining with integrity means leaving a positive legacy for generations to come.
Prophesying was the only human art that couldn't be improved by practice.
The task of the writer is to make the familiar strange and the strange familiar.