His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

"The true artist is not proud... He is aware that art is infinite and he feels distant from his goal."

世界是生者的地方。

忠于你的愿景。

写作的艺术就是发现你所相信之物的艺术。