Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.
The power of a man, is his present means, to obtain some future apparent good.
I don’t need anyone’s permission to be myself.
Writing is my way of fighting against forgetting.
我们的正常之处,就在于自己懂得自己的不正常。
四月是最残忍的月份,从死去的土地里培育出丁香,把回忆和欲望混合,又用春雨搅动迟钝的根芽。
天道如网,看似稀疏却无遗漏