你必须保持偏执才能生存。
But I love her. She could fade and wither， how can； but I just look at her， all the tenderness， Chung on the heart.
The only way to end racism is to stop talking about it.
Freedom was a thing that shifted as you looked at it, the way a forest is dense with trees up close but from outside, from the empty meadow, you see its true limits. Being free had nothing to do with chains or how wide your cage was.
The dead are not absent. They are just invisible.