We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.
最好的故事是那些讓我們質(zhì)疑自己現(xiàn)實的故事。
Fear is not the enemy. It is the refusal to face it that destroys us.
Happiness is an inside job.