真相很少是纯粹的，也从不简单。

山溪里的水随着季节常涨常退，不明事理的小人反复无常。

We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.

在严冬之中，我发现，在我心中，有一个不可战胜的夏天。

The measure of a good book is whether or not it makes you see the world differently.

女人对人生的透彻来得晚，这就是男女之间的差异。