"The act of writing is an act of rebellion against the passage of time."
A workshop should smell of sawdust and dreams in equal measure.
The body is a landscape of scars, each one a story, a memory, a lesson.
当我走出囚室、迈过通往自由的监狱大门时，我已经清楚，自己若不能把悲痛与怨恨留在身后，那么我其实仍在狱中。
