对于那样的人来说,时间是过剩的,是他们看着慢慢流干的桶。但实际上,他认为,它是你手中捧着的一滩发光的泥水;你应该用所有的精力去保护它。
To men like that, time was a surfeit, a barrel they watched slowly drain. When really, he thinks, it’s a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it.
你越是试图忘记,越是记得清楚。
The only way to understand another culture is to assume the frame of reference of that culture.
"The power of a story is in its ability to inspire love."
I'm not on the outside looking in. I'm not on the inside looking out. I'm in the dead fucking center.