The art of competing, I’d learned from track, was the art of forgetting, and I now reminded myself of that fact. You must forget your limits. You must forget your doubts, your pain, your past.

没有什么比心里藏着一个未讲的故事更痛苦的了。

我不是专横，我只是知道你应该做什么。

材料承载着信息。

The truth is that in America, the Jew is a figment of the Christian imagination.