我们每个人都是自己命运的编织者,尽管有时我们无法选择手中的线。
写作是找到一种声音,然后有勇气使用它的问题。
Human kind cannot bear very much reality.
The universe would look to a two-dimensional creature who spend its life moving on the service of what turned out to be a globe, it could travel for millions of years and would always return to its starting point, it would never be conscious of what was above it or beneath it.