If memories had a smell, it would be the fragrance of camphor, sweet and secure, like clearly remembered happiness, sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sorrow.
回忆这东西若是有气味的话，那就是樟脑的香，甜而稳妥，像记得分明的快乐，甜而怅惘，像忘却了的忧愁。
Consciousness is always about something beyond itself.
过去从未消逝，它甚至从未过去。
The best fiction is far more true than any kind of journalism.
Do not think it worthwhile to produce belief by concealing evidence, for the evidence is sure to come to light.