我不是商人，我就是生意本身！

All the choir of heaven and furniture of earth - in a word， all those bodies which compose the frame of the world - have not any subsistence without a mind.

The stories I’m writing now are more and more about memory, about the past, and about how we reconstruct the past.

生活不是等待暴风雨过去，而是学会在雨中跳舞。

Home is not where you live but where they understand you.

译文：在清风明月下，仿佛时光无尽，我能自在地驾乘鸾鸟仙鹤。人间不过是虚幻的梦境，回首往事，实在不堪再去重温。