The art of competing, I’d learned from track, was the art of forgetting, and I now reminded myself of that fact. You must forget your limits. You must forget your doubts, your pain, your past.
我们发现了所盼望发现的东西，并且我们接受了所请求的东西。
La literatura no es un espejo para reflejar la realidad, sino un martillo para darle forma.
