The past is not dead; it is not even past.

She's simply too strange. We can't relate to her, she speaks in a funny way, she comes from an odd place. So we can't relate to her, and when you can't relate to somebody, you don't envy them. The closer two people are -- in age, in background, in the process of identification -- the more there's a danger of envy, which is incidentally why none of you should ever go to a school reunion, because there is no stronger reference point than people one was at school with.

“有时候，当你站在桥栏杆后面，低头看着河水慢慢流过，你会忽然明白了世界上所有的道理。”

我们都有裂痕，那是光照进来的方式。