The very definition of the real becomes: that of which it is possible to give an equivalent reproduction... The real is not only what can be reproduced, but that which is always already reproduced.
The more I see of the moneyed classes, the more I understand the guillotine.
I'm not afraid to fall in love, I'm just afraid of falling for the wrong person.
我不害怕跌倒,因为我知道我会重新站起来。
“家”这个词对我来说总是听起来像谎言。