We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.
如果你不愿意努力工作,就别指望成功。
他的诗,如同几何圆规般,画著圆,时而亲密贴近,时而广及全球,唯一不变的是,圆规的尖端总是插定在囚室里。
The best way to predict the future is to create it.