In that era, nothing was unpacked, even the contents of people’s minds. Everything was either in storage or en route.
那个时代，没有任何东西是拆包的，即使是人们脑子里的东西。每样东西不是储存着，就是在运送当中。
世界上最美好和最美丽的东西是看不见甚至摸不着的——它们必须用心去感受。
真相很少是纯粹的，也从不简单。
作家就是花多年耐心探索内心第二个自我的人。
The world is a prison in which solitary confinement is preferable.
"The true power of literature lies in its ability to give voice to the voiceless."
