We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.

Without patience, you cannot learn anything.

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.

我不喜欢正经的小说。在正经小说里，人们会说这样的话：“我的血管里流淌着铁、银和普通的泥土。我无法像那些不依赖刺激的人那样握紧拳头。”这是什么意思？我不知道。父亲也不知道。写这些书的人也不知道。