We are all born mad. Some remain so.

真正的强大是承认自己的软弱。

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness— Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

The novel is the only art form capable of fully representing human complexity.

I write to seek the truth.

Every person you meet knows an amazing lot about something you know virtually nothing about. Your job is to discover what it is， and it won’t be obvious.