If I were God, I would just be up there scratching my head, thinking, 'What the hell am I supposed to do with this?' For everyone helping an old lady across the street, there's someone else bludgeoning a person to death. And sometimes they're the same. How can He separate us all out?

  • -- Michael Shannon 迈克尔·香农

如果我是上帝,我只会在那里挠挠头,想:‘我到底应该怎么处理这件事?“每个人都在帮助一位老太太过马路,但却有其他人用棍棒打死了她。”有时它们是一样的。他怎么能把我们都分开呢?

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There's pride on Bourbon Street for the musicians that work there. They take it very seriously. I've never worked there or played in band there, but it's a part of the city. They play for the tourists and represent a whole different side of the culture of our city.

在波旁街工作的音乐家们感到自豪。他们对此非常认真。我从来没有在那里工作过,也没有在那里的乐队里演奏过,但那是城市的一部分。他们为游客表演,代表了我们城市文化的一个完全不同的方面。

When once the itch of literature comes over a man, nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen.

一旦一个人产生了对文学的渴望,除了钢笔的刮擦,什么也治不好。

Getting a degree, being on Sesame Street... those were like real accomplishments to me.

拿到学位,上芝麻街……这些对我来说都是真正的成就。

After pleasant scratching comes unpleasant smarting.

愉快的抓挠之后,随之而来的是不愉快的刺痛。