I’m not a perfect player. I make mistakes.
La identidad no es algo dado, sino algo que se construye.
I'm a strong woman. I don't sit around feeling sorry for myself nor let people mistreat me.
My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.
天亮了,这种疯狂的激情消失了,他犯下的可怖罪行的回忆却回来了——比以前更加可怕。在绝望中,他决定还是回伦敦去。