At the back of my mind I had a sense of us sitting about waiting for some terrible event, and then I would remember that it had already happened.
写作是一种爱的方式,一种抚摸文字直到它们变成不仅仅是文字的方式。
《三民主义·民权主义·第二讲》(1924年3月16日)
I’m not here to please anyone.