谎言已走了半个世界，真话才在动身。

Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music. ― George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

A country without literature is a country without a voice.

我们永远是自己的时刻之创造者。

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment, you own it, you better never let it go.

我想知道上帝的构思；其他的都只是细节。