为什么一条狗,一匹马,一只耗子都有生命,而你却没有一丝的呼吸。
Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, and thou no breath at all?
The act of writing is an act of optimism. You would not take the trouble to do it if you felt it didn't matter.
I don’t let negativity affect me.
It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.