The desert could not be claimed or owned–it was a piece of cloth carried by winds, never held down by stones, and given a hundred shifting names.
沙漠不能被声称或拥有——它是一块由风携带的布,从未被石头固定,被赋予了一百个变化的名字。
我不完美,但我正在尽力。
An eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind.
写作的行为是一种乐观的行为。如果你觉得它不重要,你就不会费心去做。