你活着，你学习。你爱着，你学习。你哭泣，你学习。你失去，你学习。你流血，你学习。你尖叫，你学习。
平静：不要被琐事、普通或者不可避免的事所扰。
我不知道我为什么爱你，但是我爱你。
文学是文化之间的桥梁，一种跨越我们之间距离的方式。
We are all made of stories, and those stories are constantly being rewritten.
无纸化办公室仍然需要生产纸张的森林。
写作就是直面存在的混乱并赋予其意义。
I don’t care if you’re a friend or a foe, I’m still gonna be me.
I have a vivid memory of what happened， and it was not what I expected. I expected to be applauded for my cleverness and arithmetic skills. "Jeff， you're so smart. You had to have made some tricky estimates， figure out the number of minutes in a year and do some division." That's not what happened. Instead， my grandmother burst into tears. I sat in the backseat and did not know what to do. While my grandmother sat crying， my grandfather， who had been driving in silence， pulled over onto the shoulder of the highway. He got out of the car and came around and opened my door and waited for me to follow. Was I in trouble？ My grandfather was a highly intelligent， quiet man. He had never said a harsh word to me， and maybe this was to be the first time？ Or maybe he would ask that I get back in the car and apologize to my grandmother. I had no experience in this realm with my grandparents and no way to gauge what the consequences might be. We stopped beside the trailer. My grandfather looked at me， and after a bit of silence， he gently and calmly said， "Jeff， one day you'll understand that it's harder to be kind than clever."
Writing is a struggle against silence.