We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.

每个孩子都是不同的花朵，共同让这个世界变成一个美丽的花园。

现实总是比小说更丰富、更复杂。

每个人皮肤下都住着几百个不同的人。作家的才能就是给他们各自命名、身份、个性并让他们互动。