记忆是一件奇怪的事情。它的运作方式并不像我想象的那样。我们习惯于把它想象成相机或录音机,但它根本不是那样的。它更像是一个画家。它创造了一幅画,但这幅画并不总是相同的。
I think, I think when it’s all over, it just comes back in flashes. You know, it’s like a kaleidoscope of memories. But it just all comes back. But he never does.
写作是一种生存的行为。
建筑的实质不是它的形象,而是它内部的空间。
The natural price of labor is that price which is necessary to enable the laborers, one with another, to subsist and to perpetuate their race, without either increase or diminution.
The joy of running is not in the finish line, but in the journey.