回忆这东西若是有气味的话，那就是樟脑的香，甜而稳妥，像记得分明的快乐，甜而怅惘，像忘却了的忧愁。
If memories had a smell, it would be the fragrance of camphor, sweet and secure, like clearly remembered happiness, sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sorrow.
A moment is sucked away before you can say anything about it.
人的幼儿时期，足以决定一辈子的生活形态。
Literature isn't a moral beauty contest.
Innovation is the only way to break through the bottleneck.
应对死亡的唯一方法是将之前的一切转化为艺术。
"The world is a fine place and worth the fighting for."
我们是古老遗传遗产的临时保管者。