The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself.

Wherever we are, what we hear is mostly noise. When we ignore it, it disturbs us. When we listen to it, we find it fascinating.

真正的文学没有边界，无论是地理上的还是时间上的。

I don’t do things for the fame, I do them because I love them.

To truly grasp the nature of reality, one must first accept the limitations of human perception.