Caring too much for objects can destroy you. Only—if you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, doesn’t it? And isn’t the whole point of things—beautiful things—that they connect you to some larger beauty?
I’ve come to the conclusion that if someone doesn’t like me for being myself, it’s their loss.
"La literatura es una forma de resistencia, de decir 'aquí estoy' frente a todo lo que quiere silenciarnos."
世界是事实的总体,而不是事物的总体。