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.
夜晚是一块伟大的画布,但星星是它的颜料。
我们讲述的故事塑造了我们是谁。