I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart.

"The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper."

文学教会我们用另一种眼光看世界，用另一种方式理解它。

我不让任何人定义我。