Time crumbles things, everything grows old under the power of Time and is forgotten through the lapse of Time.
A novelist's job is to lie, but to reveal the truth through lies.
我写的是那些绝望的人,那些处于边缘的人,那些别无选择的人。
"The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today."
我们的美德和缺点是不可分割的,就像力和物质一样。当它们分离时,人就不复存在了。