Stolen bodies working stolen land. It was an engine that did not stop, its hungry boiler fed with blood.
被盗的身体在被盗的土地上工作。这是一个不会停止的引擎，它饥饿的锅炉以血为食。
每部小说都是举向社会面孔的一面镜子——有时它映照出美好，更多时候它显示出我们试图忽视的裂痕。
Music is my therapy, my escape, and my passion.
If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together.
I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in.