孔子说：“不怕没人了解自己，就怕自己没有能力。”

There are no hard distinctions between what is real and what is unreal, nor between what is true and what is false. A thing is not necessarily either true or false; it can be both true and false.

We are all stories in the end.

I think that we communicate only too well, in our silence, in what is unsaid, and that what takes place is a continual evasion, desperate rearguard attempts to keep ourselves to ourselves.

A story is a way of preserving memory.

当某件事看起来不美时，我首先问自己的问题是为什么我认为它不美。很快你就会发现没有理由。