You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else.

每个人都有不为世人所知的秘密悲伤；我们常常称一个人冷漠，而实际上他只是悲伤。

每本书都是一次旅程，每次旅程都是一本书。