People are curious. A few people are. They will be driven to find things out, even trivial things. They will put things together, knowing all along that they may be mistaken. You see them going around with notebooks, scraping the dirt off gravestones, reading microfilm, just in the hope of seeing this trickle in time, making a connection, rescuing one thing from the rubbish.
The truth is you don't know what is going to happen tomorrow. Life is a crazy ride, and nothing is guaranteed.
The only thing that stands between a man and what he wants from life is often merely the will to try it and the faith to believe that it is possible.
The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.
记忆不是探索过去的工具,而是它的剧场。