The novel is the art of the unfinished, the unresolved.
世界上充满了愿意的人;一些人愿意工作,其余的人愿意让他们工作。
"I’m not perfect, but I’m worth it."
Conflict is the gadfly of thought. It stirs us to observation and memory. It instigates to invention. It shocks us out of sheeplike passivity, and sets us at noting and contriving.