Writing is a disease, and publishing is its symptom.

"Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through your fingers. So much time you can waste it. But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know."

制革厂的遗产应以其对环境的守护来衡量。

最好的肥料是农民在田间的身影。

If you can't explain it simply, you don't understand it well enough.