For me they normally happen, these career crises, often, actually, on a Sunday evening, just as the sun is starting to set, and the gap between my hopes for myself and the reality of my life starts to diverge so painfully that I normally end up weeping into a pillow.
We are all fools in love.
材料选择艺术家,正如艺术家选择材料。
小说是讲述真相的谎言。
像接力赛般传递爱意