我不是一个女商人，我就是生意，女人。
Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.
Evil is whatever distracts.
过去总是紧张的，而未来是完美的。
时间是小偷，但记忆是说谎者。
I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they’d once belonged to the sea.
我想起我那堆旧平装书，书页已经变得松软，仿佛它们曾经属于大海。