摘錄結尾兩段話

I realize i just can't do it.Because it's a book about a man who don't know he's about to die and then dies,but if the man does know he's going to die and die willingly,and knowing he could stop it,i mean,isn't that type of man you want to keep alive?
因為這本書是有關一個人不知自己將死而死去，但如果他知道自己將死而死，願意赴死，雖然知道自己可以避免一切，我們要留的，難道不是這種人嗎


Sometimes,when we lose ourselves in fear and despair,in routine and constancy,in hopeless and tragedy .we can thank god for bavarian sugar cookies,we can still find reassurances in a familiar hand on our skin,or a kind and loving gesture,or a subtle encouragement,or a loving embrace,or an offer of comfort.not to mention hospital gurneys,and nose plugs,and uneaten danish,anf soft-spoken secrets,and Fender Stratocasters,and maybe,the occational piece of fiction.
And we must remember that all these things,the nuances,the anomalies,the suntlelies,which we assume only accessorize our days are,in fact,here for a much larger and noble cause:they're here to save our lives.
i know the idea seems strange.but i also know that it just so happens to be true.and so it was:a wristwatch saved Harold Grick.
有些時候當我們迷失在 恐懼及絕望中，一次又一次，連續不斷，在絕望與悲情之中，我們可以謝謝上帝賜予的巴伐利亞甜餅，在沒有甜餅的時候，幸運的，我們還能從身邊熟悉的手中得到安心，或是友善及愛的表示，或是隱約的鼓勵，或是愛的擁抱，或是安慰的奉獻，更別說是醫院的輪床，還有游泳鼻塞，還有丹尼奶酥，還有輕聲細語的秘密，還有Fender Stratocasters吉他，也許偶爾讀一本小說。
我們必須記得全部的這些微小差別，異常，微妙之處，其實有更大更崇高的存在原因：它們是來拯救我們的。我知道這點子有點奇怪但同時我也知道這是真的。總而言之，手錶拯救了Harold Grick。