The stranger is close to us, insofar as we feel between him and ourselves common features of a national, social, occupational, or generally human, nature. He is far from us, insofar as these common features extend beyond him or us, and connect us only because they connect a great many people.
种一棵树最好的时间是20年前，第二好的时间就是现在。
我从不带着会输的念头走上球场。
A writer is someone who spends years patiently trying to discover the second being inside him, and the world that makes him who he is.