Memory is a tricky thing; it can be both a comfort and a curse.

The act of writing is an act of hope, a belief that someone will listen.

每个移民都携带着一个看不见的记忆行李箱。

He said that the way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon of his expression signals the onset of night. His spirit is exhausted at the peak of its achievement. His meridian is at once his darkening and the evening of his day.

预测未来的最好方式就是去创造它。