Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。

色彩是键盘，眼睛是和声，灵魂是有许多琴弦的钢琴。艺术家是演奏的手，触摸一个又一个琴键，在灵魂中引起振动。

医学的未来在于针对个人需求的个性化治疗。

我总以为自己很富有，拥有一朵世上独一无二的花；实际上，我所拥有的不过是一朵普通的玫瑰而已。一朵普通的玫瑰花。

Literature should disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed.

反反复复地做同一件事情，不是孩子天生就喜欢的，但是在重复的过程中，孩子熟能生巧。