我愿你快乐,即使你的快乐不再是因为我。
所有好的写作都像在水下游泳和屏住呼吸。
A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the flowers in the garden to be both red and roses.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.