The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.
Writing is not about revealing the truth, but about creating a space where the truth can be discovered.
How wonderful that we have met with a paradox. Now we have some hope of making progress.
The night is a great mystery, but the stars are its clues.
最好的故事是那些让我们在他人身上看到自己的故事。
有的时候,一支亲切的乐曲,一处幽静地方的潺潺水声,一朵花的芳香,甚而只是说出一个熟悉的字眼,会突然唤起一些模糊的记忆,令人想起一些今生不曾出现过的场景,它们会像微风一样飘散,仿佛刹那间唤醒了对某种久已别离的、比较快乐的往事,而这种回忆单靠冥思苦想是怎么也想不起来的。