La literatura no es más que un sueño dirigido.

Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。

通往善的道路就是通往真理的道路。

你今天感受到的痛苦将成为你明天感受到的力量。