Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.

Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend.

To be a poet is to have a soul so quick to discern, that no shade of quality escapes it.

写作的行为是对遗忘的一种抵抗。