A rich man's body is like a premium cotton pillow, white and soft and blank. Ours are different. My father's spine was a knotted rope, and the skin on his chest was so thin that you could see the ribs pressing out against it.

We must learn to listen to what materials want to say.

每个人都会承认，我们的思维、情感和想象力产生的观念，都是在心灵中存在的。

过去是一道永不愈合的伤口。