活着的当下就是一切。
我们最害怕的变化可能包含我们的救赎。
You are the artist of your own life.
Over the piano was printed a notice: Please do not shoot the pianist. He is doing his best.
I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they’d once belonged to the sea.
我想起我那堆旧平装书，书页已经变得松软，仿佛它们曾经属于大海。
The function of the writer is to disturb the sleep of the world.