The past is not dead. It is not even past.
Writing is the art of making the invisible visible.
当第三条鲨鱼出现时,他拿刀子向鲨鱼戳去。鲨鱼打了一个滚,结果把刀给折断了。
Without magic, there is no art. Without art, there is no idealism. Without idealism, there is no integrity. Without integrity, there is nothing but production.