我爱上了你,我不会否认自己说出真相的简单快乐。
"I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things."
The beauty of language lies in its ability to convey the inexpressible.
The writer is a spiritual anarchist, as in the depth of his soul every man is. He is discontented with everything and everybody. The writer is everybody's scapegoat and everybody's prophet.