The novel is the great art form of the human condition.
I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock hem up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.
如果你愿意,可以错误地思考,但在任何情况下都要为自己思考。