"In war, there are no winners, only survivors."
A rich man's body is like a premium cotton pillow, white and soft and blank. Ours are different. My father's spine was a knotted rope, and the skin on his chest was so thin that you could see the ribs pressing out against it.
人们为了被拯救，会去拯救别人。
The heart is a labyrinth of forgotten desires.