The smell of fresh bread is the universal language of comfort.
I write to understand, to grasp, to seize the reality that escapes me.
The bitterest creature under heaven is the wife who discovers that her husband's bravery is only bravado.
You can't have the good without the bad. So I just take the bad with the good and move on.
我只知道我什么都不知道。
我们不拥有记忆;记忆拥有我们。