我不是最完美的人,但我是最真实的人。
A rich man's body is like a premium cotton pillow, white and soft and blank. Ours are different. My father's spine was a knotted rope, and the skin on his chest was so thin that you could see the ribs pressing out against it.
每本书都是一次全新的创作冒险。
树林里分出两条路,而我选择了人迹罕至的那条,这决定了一切。