I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart.

My past doesn't define me, it refines me.

写作是让过去保持活力的一种方式。

"To act is to live a thousand lives, and in each, find a piece of yourself."

太阳在天空中闪耀，眼前没有一片云彩。