富人的身体就像一个高级棉枕头,白而软且空白。我们的则不同。我父亲的脊椎像一根打结的绳子,他胸前的皮肤薄得可以看到肋骨压出来的痕迹。
意识是一个连续的流动,而非一系列离散的元素。
The truth of history is often found in its silences.
The woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from tree,the tree gave it.
"I always wanted to be the best, but I also wanted to be myself."