你不会忘记那个是你最后希望的人的脸。

写作是理解混乱的一种方式。

To eat bread without hope is still slowly to starve to death.

The world is so beautiful and regretful, you and I are all lone travelers from afar, constantly walking, regardless of everything, crying, laughing, lingering in the world, just to make this trip worthwhile.

文学是一种抵抗的形式，一种对遗忘说不的方式。