被盗的身体在被盗的土地上工作。这是一个不会停止的引擎,它饥饿的锅炉以血为食。
The writer’s job is to disturb the peace.
我坐在黑暗中。很难弄清楚什么更糟糕:里面的黑暗还是外面的黑暗?
The only way to find the limits of the possible is by going beyond them into the impossible.
A literatura é a arte de transformar palavras em sentimentos.