Manuscripts Do Not Burn.

There's Only One Degree Of Freshness — The First, Which Makes It Also The Last

Literature Has Become My Life.

Just Like A Murderer Jumps Of Nowhere In An Ally, Love Jumped Out In Front Of Us And Struck Us Both At Once

Don't Be Afraid, Queen ... Don't Be Afraid, Queen, The Blood Has Long Since Gone Into The Earth. And Where It Was Spilled, Grapevines Are Already Growing.

The Tongue May Hide The Truth But The Eyes—never!