回忆这东西若是有气味的话,那就是樟脑的香,甜而稳妥,像记得分明的快乐,甜而怅惘,像忘却了的忧愁。
To be a writer is to be a thief of other people's lives.
God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.
没有所谓的幸福结局,只是有合适的地方停下来。
“写作就是记住,记住就是活两次。”
The only real mistake is the one from which we learn nothing.