写作是为无声者发声的方式。

A book is a dream that you hold in your hand.

Nature is the best teacher; it has already done the experiments, we just have to interpret them.

译文：抬头望去，看不到那繁华的景象。所谓的繁华，不过是虚幻杂乱的，而世人却贪恋不已。

To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.

I'm the reason your preacher can't preach.