在四月一日时，回想一下这一年来的其他364天自己在做些什么。

世界是一座墓地，而我们是它的幽灵。

Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity—it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.

电影的力量在于让我们看到看不见的东西，让我们感受到未感受到的东西。

How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life.