"The moment of betrayal is the worst, the moment when you know beyond any doubt that you've been betrayed: that some other human being has wished you that much evil."

脸上有个污点，别人见了都暗自发笑，而自己还不知道，一旦有人直言相告，马上就用手拭去。如果还说：「我脸上有污点，与你有什么关系？」就不合乎人之常情了。可是当别人指出自身的缺点错误时，人们的态度为何就不是这样呢？

I'm obsessed with reinvention. I'm obsessed with identity. I'm obsessed with the future.

If not now, when? If not me, who?