真理就像一床总让你双脚冰凉的毯子,你怎么扯,怎么拽,总也不够,踢也好,打也好,它总也盖不住我们,从我们哭着降生到我们奄奄一息,它只会盖住你的脸,不管你如何痛苦,不管你如何痛苦,如何叫喊。
He was a man who had always been too proud to ask for help, and now he was too proud to accept it.
过去是一个拒绝离去的幽灵。
那是一种内在的东西,他们到达不了,也无法触及的,那是你的。
The history of life is a story of endless experimentation.