一个人的记忆中可能只有一百个清晰的日子，而他已经活过了成千上万天。
"A man's memory might have only a hundred clear days in it and he has lived thousands."
"Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much."
审查制度造就了更好的诗人和更狡猾的小说家——我们学会了用色彩低语，用隐喻呐喊。