Our Lord has written the promise of resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime.

To write is to breathe, to live, to exist.

"The best stories leave room for the reader's imagination to dance."

世界充满了诗歌。空气中充满了它的精神；波浪随着它的旋律的音乐跳舞，并在它的明亮中闪烁。

"New York is a city of reflections. The glass, the metal, the water - everything reflects."