我写小说，人们告诉我这是自传；我写自传，人们告诉我这是小说。既然我这么笨，他们这么聪明，那就让他们决定这是什么或不是什么吧。

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.

To write is to engage with the world.

唯一真正的发现之旅不在于寻找新的风景，而在于拥有新的眼光。