那么，你认为我是什么样的人呢？
Well, what the hell did you think I was?.
If you think about something at three o'clock in the morning and then again at noon the next day, you get different answers...
Le soleil, le foyer de tendresse et de vie, verse l'amour brûlant à la terre ravie.
Character is doing the right thing when nobody's looking. There are too many people who think that the only thing that's right is to get by, and the only thing that's wrong is to get caught.
Art is not to escape reality, but to face it.
写作是为无形的东西赋予形状。
正义不是目的地，而是一段旅程。