"人生如果是一场梦,那么死亡肯定是你醒来的那一刻。如此简单,肯定是真的。你死了,梦结束了,你醒了。人们所说的上天堂,就是这个意思,就像睡醒了。 If life was a dream, then dying must be the moment when you woke up. It was so simple it must be true. You died, the dream was over, you woke up. That's what people meant when they talked about going to heaven."
"The air was filled with accusations disguised as questions."
"That night Peter did not sleep, he ran. He ran through his dreams, down echoing halls, across a desert of stones and scorpions, down ice mazes, along a sloping pink spongy tunnel with dripping walls. This was when he realised he was not being chased by the monster. He was running down its throat."
"And behind all this human movement the ocean bobbed and folded and slid, for nothing could keep still, not people, not water, not time. 'Treasure!' Kate called again. 'I'm coming,' Peter shouted,'I'm coming!' and he began to sprint towards the water's edge. He felt nimble and weightless as he skimme"
"That night Peter was too restless,too excited,too much of a cat to sleep.Towards ten o'clock he slipped through the cat flap.The freezing night air could not penetrate his thick fur coat.He padded soundlessly towards the garden wall.It towered above him,but one effortless,graceful leap and he was up"
"In fact, he thought, if people spent less time joining in and making others join in, and spent a little time each day alone remembering who they were or who they might be, then the world would be a happier place and wars might never happen."