世界所有的前进动力都归功于不安分的人。幸福的人不可避免地把自己限制在古老的界限内。
The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.
Writing is a way of giving voice to the voiceless.
戏剧不是散文，也不应该被变成散文。
思考就是雕塑。