我发现自己一直会担忧明天,当明天变成今天时,我又开始担忧起明天来。
I find myself always worrying about tomorrow...Then when tomorrow becomes today, I start worrying about tomorrow again...
The beauty of language is that it can express the inexpressible.
没有艺术;没有文学;没有社会;最糟糕的是,持续的恐惧和暴死的危险;人的生活孤独、贫困、卑污、残忍而短寿。
Los libros son puertas a universos paralelos que llevamos dentro.