我一直在想某个地方的河流，水流非常快。水里有两个人，试图紧紧抓住对方，但最终水流太强了，他们不得不放手，随波逐流。
I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart.
A world without forests is a world without breath.
The act of writing is an act of love.
作家的任务是命名那些无法命名的事物。
电流体不是由机器创造的，而是由它收集的。
The novel is a lie that tells the truth, a lie that reveals reality more profoundly than the factual truth.
我不喜欢被预测。
"The future is not something we enter, but something we create."