The land we quarry is not ours to own, but ours to steward.
I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart.
奥利弗·特威斯特出生在一家济贫院里,他来到这个艰难的人世的那一刻,是否能活过三分钟都是很难说的。他躺在一张小硬板床上,挣扎着开始呼吸。
The greatest enemy of truth is not the lie, but the myth.