记忆是个奇怪的东西。它并不像我以为的那样运作。我们的构造如此愚蠢,以至于我们携着最早的记忆走过一生,还以为它们是最新近的。
"Memory is a strange thing. It doesn't work as I thought it did. We are so foolishly constructed that we go through life arm in arm with our earliest memories, thinking they are the most recent."
War is the continuation of politics by other means.
爱并不总是关于坚持;有时,它是关于放手。