The true poem is written not with ink but with blood.
"现实可能比任何恐怖小说都更加可怕。"
我得经常同自己说,有些鸟儿是关不住的。它们的羽毛太鲜亮了。当它们飞走的时候,你心底里知道把它们关起来是一种罪恶,你会因此而振奋。不过,它们一走,你住的地方也就更加灰暗空虚。我觉得我真是怀念我的朋友。
A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.