世界是一本伟大的书,我们是其中的文字。
未来不可预测的观点每天都在被我们轻易解释过去的能力所削弱。
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape—the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.
The only limits that exist are the ones in your mind.