我不是說唱歌手，我是一個俄語的傳奇。
I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they’d once belonged to the sea.
我想起我那堆舊平裝書，書頁已經(jīng)變得松軟，仿佛它們曾經(jīng)屬于大海。
證明的嚴謹性將數(shù)學與所有其他科學區(qū)分開來。
History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
La identidad no es algo dado, sino algo que se construye.
Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.