Danh ngôn của Dana Spiotta
I don't have a lot of skills, but one thing I can do is, I can compartmentalize. I can make that a little world that I can go back to, so I can be a waitress, or I can be a teacher, and then go and work on my book.
I don't have a lot of skills, but one thing I can do is, I can compartmentalize. I can make that a little world that I can go back to, so I can be a waitress, or I can be a teacher, and then go and work on my book.
Tôi không có nhiều kỹ năng, nhưng có một điều tôi có thể làm là tôi có thể chia ngăn. Tôi có thể biến thế giới đó thành một thế giới nhỏ mà tôi có thể quay trở lại, để tôi có thể làm hầu bàn, hoặc có thể là giáo viên, rồi bắt tay vào viết cuốn sách của mình.
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