我们都会死去，所有人，多么荒谬！这种孤独的事实应该让我们彼此相爱可是并没有。我们在琐事中变得恐惧平庸，我们被虚无啃噬。
We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.
The English are not a very spiritual people, so they invented cricket to give them some idea of eternity.
We must listen to the wisdom of local communities who have lived in harmony with the ocean for generations.
If you can dream it, you can do it.
文学最大的敌人是良好的品味。
写作就是抵抗，对抗那些试图让我们沉默的力量，在非人化的面前坚持我们的人性。