The novel is a mirror walking down the road.
小说是一面走在路上的镜子。
We are all exiles in some way, searching for a place to call home.
在某种程度上,我们都是流亡者,寻找一个可以称之为家的地方。
Writing is a struggle against silence.
写作是与沉默的斗争。
The past is not dead; it is not even past.
过去并未死去,它甚至还未过去。