The elements of consciousness are the building blocks of mental life.

The novel is a mirror walking down the road.

The creative act is not pure. History evidences it. Sociology extracts it. The writer loses Eden, writes to be read and comes to realize that he is answerable to no one.

我相信当一切似乎都出错时要坚强。我相信快乐的女孩是最漂亮的女孩。我相信明天是新的一天，我相信奇迹。