我们都是自己欲望的囚徒。

小说是一个你可以握在手中的世界。

——在南京中国同盟会会员饯别会演说，1912年4月1日

世界是一台机器，而我们是它的故障零件。

"Memory is a strange thing, it doesn't work like I thought it did. We are so used to thinking of it as a camera or a tape recorder, but it's not like that at all. It's more like a painter, who adds and subtracts elements according to his own rules."