The only thing that stands between a man and what he wants from life is often merely the will to try it and the faith to believe that it is possible.
一个人和他想要的生活之间唯一的障碍往往只是尝试的意愿和相信它可能的信念。
To men like that, time was a surfeit, a barrel they watched slowly drain. When really, he thinks, it’s a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it.
真正的文学没有边界,无论是地理上的还是时间上的。
Life is like music。It must be composed by ear,feeling and instinct,not by rule.