All men have the stars, but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. For my businessman they were wealth.

我是圣人，在露台上祈祷...

在真正作家的每一个字里，都有他们灵魂的一部分，他们永恒追求真理的片段。