Everyone has their own story, and every story deserves to be heard.
空气中弥漫着一种悲伤,但这种悲伤让你感觉活着。
自由始于无知结束之时。
我认为这应该被称为谎言,因为猪不像一天,而且人们的橱柜里也没有骷髅。
痛苦并不总是身体上的;有时最深的伤口是我们看不见的。
自由不过是一个变得更好的机会。
The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
The novel is the great art form of lying to tell the truth.