亲兄弟析箸,璧合翻作瓜分;士大夫爱钱,书香化为铜臭。
亲兄弟不和睦,家产像瓜一样被切开;士大夫爱钱,不读书却追逐钱财。
"写作是一种孤独的旅程,但正是这种孤独让我们更接近自己。"
I don’t run out of material. I just run out of time.
过去并非固定不变,它会随着我们的重述而改变。
Sometimes the thing you're most afraid of doing is the very thing that will set you free.
作家的生活是一种屈辱的生活。
我们都会死,这让我们成为幸运的人。大多数人永远不会死,因为他们永远不会出生。
There was another life that I might have had, but I am having this one.