I guess it comes down to a simple choice:get busy living or get busy dying.
I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they’d once belonged to the sea.
我所思念的美人,她在泰山。想追随她,但泰山支脉艰险。侧身东望,眼泪沾湿了衣襟。
"The writer's duty is to disturb the peace, to unsettle the comfortable, and to comfort the unsettled."