世界上不知有多少贝丝,羞怯,娴静,躲在角落里,有需要时才露面,甘心情愿地为他人活着没人留心她们做出的牺牲,直到炉边的小蟋蟀,消歇了唧唧之声,芳香温煦,一去不返,只留下一片沉寂和空虚。
I'm not perfect, but I'm trying every day to be better than I was yesterday.
The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it.
The more precise the language, the more it reveals the abyss beneath.
写作是让看不见的东西变得可见的一种方式。