"The truth may set you free, but first it will break you."
有些时候,过去感觉如此之近,仿佛伸手就能触碰,然后它又消失了,像烟一样。
You don't love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.
The writer’s life is a meaningless question. I’m interested in the books.