I don't care if you're a king or a street sweeper, everybody dances with the Grim Reaper.
No matter what happens, keep singing, keep dreaming, keep believing.
The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.
"Home is not just a place, it's a feeling woven through our memories."
文学是我们永远不会失去的唯一家园。