Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words.
语言是一种皮肤：我用我的语言摩擦对方。就好像我有的是词语而不是手指，或者我的词语的尖端是手指。
The history of the world is the history of the struggle for recognition.
我的人生没有方向、没有目标、没有任何意义，而我依然感到很开心。
在背后夸奖别人。这会传回到你自己那里。
I don’t need too much. Glamour and all that stuff don’t excite me. I’m just glad I have the ability to make a difference.
