The clouds over the land now rose like mountains, and the coast was only a long green line with the gray blue hills behind it. The water was a dark blue now, so dark that it was almost purple.

在土地的寂静中，你可以听到我们祖先的声音。

唯一比被人谈论更糟糕的事情是没有人谈论你。

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