Jealous souls will not be answered so; They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they are jealous: 'tis a monster Begot upon itself,born on itself.
We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print.
爱是一种痛苦。如果你感觉不到痛苦,那就不是爱。
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.