Escribo para vivir las vidas que no viví.

未来不是我们进入的东西，而是我们创造的东西。

过去并未死去，它甚至还未过去。

The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes—or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two—is gone.

The wound is the place where the light enters you.

The past is never dead. It's not even past.

思考死亡的唯一宗教方式，是将其视为生命的一部分。

我被那些处于十字路口的角色所吸引。