It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on.
The historian must have a kind of faith that humanity will not and cannot perish.
文学是对剥夺感的表达，是对缺失感的补救。
唯一真正的失败是不去尝试。
水边的芦苇在夜晚披上寒霜，月色清冷，山色苍茫