The past is a ghost, the future a dream, and all we ever have is now.
A good novel is a thought experiment with characters who breathe.
The sweetest fruits are those grown with integrity.
We are all patchwork, and so shapeless and diverse in composition that each bit, each moment, plays its own game.
Memory is the only paradise from which we cannot be expelled.
Sometimes you have to lose yourself before you can find anything.
出自唐代诗人韦应物《寄李儋元锡》，梁羽生在《大唐游侠传》中引用