名声不是生活中最重要的东西,最重要的是快乐。
我想起我那堆旧平装书,书页已经变得松软,仿佛它们曾经属于大海。
I don’t know if we each have a destiny, or if we’re all just floating around accidental—like on a breeze.
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."