“I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.”
― Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness
机器翻译，仅供参考：
“我想哭，但什么也没出来。那只是一种悲伤的疾病，生病的悲伤，当你感觉不到更糟的时候。我想你知道。我想每个人都知道。但我想我知道得太多太多了。”