记忆是个奇怪的东西。它不像我以为的那样运作。它不是可以重播的电影。它更像是一个你讲给自己的故事,而每次讲述这个故事都会改变。
有时最艰难的旅程是你独自走的那段。
America has no permanent friends or enemies, only interests.
What do we call visible light? We call it color. But the colors are only the names we give to the way light behaves when it hits something.