To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.

所有伟大的艺术和文学都是宣传。

岁月不居，流逝如滔滔江水，年纪衰老，一天不如一天了。我满腔忧愁，烦闷难以排遣，前途无望啊，心中总觉不安。

In the depth of the valley is the road to salvation.

To be silent is to be complicit.

A story is a way of making the invisible visible.

The true cost of overfishing is measured in empty nets and broken communities.

I don’t think that when people grow up, they will become more broad-minded and can accept everything. Conversely, I think it’s a selecting process, knowing what’s the most important and what’s the lest. And then be a simple man.

未来属于敢于梦想的人。

Once we realize that imperfect understanding is the human condition, there is no shame in being wrong, only in failing to correct our mistakes.