我们患有一种叫做希望的绝症。
We suffer from an incurable disease called hope.
The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.
The greatest art is noisy with ideas.
美不是目标，但它常常在路上出现。
龙吟虎啸，风鸾翱翔才是大丈夫的气象。像蚕茧蜘蛛丝、蚂蚁封巢、蝗蚓纠结般是小人的经营。
"The writer is a man who is always trying to capture the essence of life, the essence of the human condition, the essence of the world."
我写作是为了面对沉默，打破它。
Why was I born with such contemporaries