"The novel is the great adventure of the mind."
这种鹏鸟向南方的大海迁徙,拍打翅膀可以掀动三千里水面,乘着风势而上,直向九万里高空,离开北方南飞六个月,方才止息。山中浮动的雾气,空中弥漫的尘埃,都是因生物用气息相吹而形成。天深蓝,这就是它的本色吗?还是因为天无限高远,看不到边际?当鹏鸟俯视下界,所看到的也不过像这样而已。
What is freedom of expression? Without the freedom to offend, it ceases to exist.
艺术是我对抗疯狂的武器。
In the darkness, two things are common to all men: fear and the desire for light.