我们的主不仅在书中写下了复活的承诺,也在春天的每一片叶子中写下了。
一本好书应该是劈开我们内心冰海的斧头。
A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the flowers in the garden to be both red and roses.
写作就是呼吸,呼吸就是生活。