一个好的旅行者不知道他要去哪里。

在夜的寂静中，文字找到了通往灵魂的路。

To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.

The beauty of literature is that it allows us to live a thousand lives, to experience a thousand emotions, all within the span of a single lifetime.