The rest of the world quieted into nothing. In that moment, after ten long years, Celaena looked at Chaol and realized she was home.
艺术家必须愿意壮烈地失败。
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.