我是一个工作狂,我不相信“不”。我相信“是”并让它发生。
小说是生命的一本明亮的书。书不是生命。它们只是以太上的颤动。
The world doesn't need more plastic—it needs smarter ways to use it.
To men like that, time was a surfeit, a barrel they watched slowly drain. When really, he thinks, it’s a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it.