我不喜欢我的声音。我不喜欢我的外表。我不喜欢我走路的样子。我不喜欢我的表演方式。我真的这样认为。所以，你看，我不喜欢我自己。
I don't like my voice. I don't like the way I look. I don't like the way I move. I don't like the way I act. I mean, period. So, you know, I don't like myself.
Language is a window into human nature.
The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
我不相信幸福的结局。生活中没有，为什么文学中要有？