文学是为了说出真相而撒谎的艺术。

I must confess that I never could see any beauty in her. Her face is too thin; her complexion has no brilliancy; and her features are not at all handsome. Her nose wants character; there is nothing marked in its lines. Her teeth are tolerable, but not out of the common way; and as for her eyes, which have sometimes been called so fine, I could never see anything extraordinary in them.

我们不是从祖先那里继承了土地；我们是从子孙那里借来的。

过去从未真正过去，它徘徊在我们生活的角落。