We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.

The fact remains that getting people right is not what living is all about anyway. It's getting them wrong that is living, getting them wrong and wrong and wrong and then, on careful reconsideration, getting them wrong again.

In the end, we are all just stories waiting to be told.

假装对你好，其实很容易。

不能检查反省自己的人，看不出自身毛病；不能耐心忍受麻烦的人，终究是一事无成。