The human mind is so complex and things are so tangled up with each other that, to explain a blade of grass, one would have to make a diagram of the universe.

Literature is the fire that keeps us human in an inhuman world.

他得学着面对自己的恐惧，他不可能永远都是三岁，更何况凛冬将至。

"To write is to breathe life into the shadows of our imagination."

女孩 我会让你知道我有多在乎你