我写作的正是为了不让自己在整个人生中梦游。

没有什么比一项未完成的任务永远悬在那里更令人疲惫的了。

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

I always thought it was important to have a vision and to persist.

痛苦是暂时的，放弃却是永远的。