世界上充满了显而易见的事物,却没有人注意到。
有的时候,一支亲切的乐曲,一处幽静地方的潺潺水声,一朵花的芳香,甚而只是说出一个熟悉的字眼,会突然唤起一些模糊的记忆,令人想起一些今生不曾出现过的场景,它们会像微风一样飘散,仿佛刹那间唤醒了对某种久已别离的、比较快乐的往事,而这种回忆单靠冥思苦想是怎么也想不起来的。
The beauty of literature is that it allows us to live a thousand lives, to experience a thousand emotions, all within the span of a single lifetime.
"History is not the past. It is the method we have evolved of organizing our ignorance of the past."