记住,希望是好事,甚至也许是人间至善。而美好的事永不消失。
被原谅只是礼物的一半。另一半是我们也可以原谅,恢复失去的,修补破碎的。
In the end, all we have are the stories we tell ourselves.
醉中插花,花莫笑我,可怜春天也像人一样即将老去
I write to understand what has happened to me, to transform my shame into language.
The novel is the great lie that reveals the great truths.