To write is to confront the abyss, to stare into the void and find meaning in the chaos.

走出痛苦迷宫的唯

The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration.

夜与逝去的日子接吻，轻轻地在他耳旁说道：“我是死，是你的母亲。我就要给你以新的生命。”

作家必须是一个愿意被误解的人。