你以为早上醒来昨天就不算数了。但昨天才是真正算数的。还有什么呢?你的生命就是由那些日子组成的。没有别的。
You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else.
"The power of literature lies in its ability to connect us across time and space."
应对不自由世界的唯一方法是变得如此绝对自由,以至于你的存在本身就是一种反叛。