独向东风舞楚腰，为谁颦恨为谁娇？
译文：独自在东风中舞动细腰，是为了谁忧愁怨恨又是为了谁娇艳呢?
I have often been asked how my plays come about. I cannot say. Nor can I ever sum up my plays, except to say that this is what happened. That is what they said. That is what they did.
小说不是逃避现实，而是更深入地沉浸其中。
不要让那些混蛋把你磨垮。
生活对那些追求个人传奇的人确实很慷慨。