April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
四月是最残忍的月份，从死去的土地里培育出丁香，把回忆和欲望混合，又用春雨搅动迟钝的根芽。
In every book, there is a piece of the author's soul.
The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has a soul, but he is a soul; he has a body.
The essence of business is to create value, not just simple transactions.
"What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again."
世界上充满了这样的人，他们对一个令人满意的未来的概念，实际上是对理想化过去的回归。