Was everyone else really as alive as she was?... If the answer was yes, then the world, the social world, was unbearably complicated, with two billion voices, and everyone’s thoughts striving in equal importance and everyone’s claim on life as intense, and everyone thinking they were unique, when no one was. One could drown in irrelevance.
我在你们这个年龄,最害怕的不是贫穷,而是失败。
No one has ever written or painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.