The novel is an art form that is always in crisis, always on the verge of disappearing, and that's what keeps it alive.

本来该称赞的，却不称赞；不该称赞的，却高调唱着赞歌，这种人不会有仁爱之心。

The only freedom which deserves the name is that of pursuing our own good in our way， so long as we do not attempt to deprive others of theirs or impede their efforts to obtain it.

最终，我们都在寻找一个属于我们的地方。