Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever.
The power of words is that they can create worlds.
The past is always with us, for it feeds the present.
你就这样静坐在草地上,离我稍远的地方。我用眼角瞅着你,你什么话也别说。语言是误会的根源。但是,每天,你可以坐得离我近一些……