过去只是我们告诉自己的一段故事。
A nation's memory is its most contested territory.
Art allows us to stare death in the face and not turn away.
Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.
未被表达的情绪永远不会消亡。它们被活埋，并将在未来以更丑陋的方式涌现。
语言是灵魂与世界之间的桥梁，而文学则是跨越这座桥梁的艺术。
"The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper."
我希望她是个傻瓜——这是女孩在这个世界上最好的事情，一个美丽的小傻瓜。