我不唱我的挣扎,我唱我的胜利。
爱并不像我们想象的那样开始和结束。爱是一场战斗,爱是一场战争;爱是成长的过程。
If you're not willing to take risks, you're not going to grow.
The creative act is not pure. History evidences it. Sociology extracts it. The writer loses Eden, writes to be read and comes to realize that he is answerable.