所有的水都有完美的记忆，永远试图回到它原来的地方。

How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life.

Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.

宽恕不是忘记，而是放下伤害。

当我看着这个世界时，我是悲观的，但当我看着人们时，我是乐观的。