Lolita， light of my life， fire of my loins. My sins， my soul. Lo Lee TA.
洛丽塔，我生命之光，我欲念之火。我的罪恶，我的灵魂。洛一丽一塔。
如果你年轻时没有学会思考，那就永远学不会思考。
To write about war is to write about the silence that follows.
The community is a fictitious body， composed of the individual persons who are considered as constituting as it were its members.