The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's family and friends; and lastly, the solid cash.

Writing is a way of preserving memory.

——曾问母亲，母亲说：“种种事情都完了！死完结了一切，文。”

在我眼里我不是明星，我只是一个人。

当我们的知识之圆扩大之时，我们所面临的未知的圆周也一样。