To write poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric.
The creative act is not pure. History evidences it. Sociology extracts it. The writer loses Eden, writes to be read and comes to realize that he is answerable to no one.
"The universe is a big place, perhaps the biggest."
The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
人总是比他对自己所知道的要多。他不是一劳永逸地是什么,而是一个过程。