The present is the past rolled up for action, and the past is the present unrolled for understanding.
A writer must be stubborn, must have a vocation of sacrifice, and must accept that literature is a very cruel mistress.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
合作共赢才是长久之道，单打独斗的时代已经过去。
The world is wild at heart and weird on top.
