The body remembers what the mind tries to forget.
身體記得頭腦試圖遺忘的東西。
The language of poetry is the language of the heart, and it speaks to the heart in a way that no other language can.
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.
最終,我們都只是故事。
我經(jīng)常鍛煉。只是昨天我是在床上吃的早飯。