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。
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.
The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read.
我们讲述给自己的故事塑造了我们是谁以及我们将成为谁。
Literature is a rebellion, a resistance against injustice.
The writer’s duty is to tell the terrible truth, and it is the reader’s duty to learn from it.
Home is not where you are born, but where all attempts to escape cease.
表演不是要成为不同的人。它是在明显不同的事物中找到相似之处，然后在那里找到我自己。
The mind is a system for turning challenges into opportunities.