I’m not here to please everyone.
We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark;the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.
写作很简单:你只需要坐在那里盯着一张白纸,直到额头上冒出冷汗。
The poet is the weaver of dreams.
Boundaries define us. They define what is me and what is not me. A boundary shows me where I end and someone else begins, leading me to a sense of ownership.