"Memory is fragile and the space of a single life is brief, passing so quickly that we never get a chance to see the relationship between events."
When a person realizes he has been deeply heard, his eyes moisten. I think in some real sense he is weeping for joy. It is as though he were saying, "Thank God, somebody heard me. Someone knows what it's like to be me."
解析：学习不在数量，而在精通。
The act of writing is an act of survival.
