文学的美在于它超越时间和空间的能力。

I am nothing but a wound in the memory of time.

The writer’s challenge is to find the universal in the particular.

The house,the stars,the desert,what givethem their beauty is something that is invisible.

想想看，人类愚蠢到会去小心地避免那些可能使他们造成伤害的臭鼬或是狐狸，却不担心狮子对他们安全造成的威胁。

照片实际上是所指的散发。从一个真实的身体，曾经在那里，发出的辐射最终触及到我，我在这里。